Most of our desires tend to reveal their pettiness a few months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, or even seconds, after they have been fulfilled.

Some things are not worth dying for, but without them life is not worth living.

It is painful to see someone do something we do with displeasure for pleasure.

Working just for money is to some people more humiliating than being unemployed.

Poverty is at least a trillion times more likely than wealth to make one wonder what the purpose of life is.

Depression often transforms the will to live into the will to leave (the world).

Our emptiness greatly exaggerates the pleasure of an orgasm, and that of being high or tipsy.

Happiness is a consolation for those whose lives have lost or not yet found meaning.

Unlike meaning, the truth always survives translation.