When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?

Man is a useless passion. It is meaningless that we live and it is meaningless that we die.

He who is void of virtuous Attachments in private Life, is, or very soon will be void of all Regard for his Country. There is seldom an Instance of a Man guilty of betraying his Country, who had not before lost the Feeling of moral Obligations in his private Connections.

Politics is the pastime of empty souls.

man is a useless passion.

God, how pointless and empty the world is! Days filled with cheap and tarnished moments succeed each other, restless and haunted nights follow in bitter routine: the sun shines without brightness, and the moon rises without light.

My life was in crisis. All my values were becoming meaningless. I was discovering that my chosen profession was empty, foolish, as useless as—as playing chess.

I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

Soon you'll be ashes or bones. A mere name at most—and even that is just a sound, an echo. The things we want in life are empty, stale, trivial.

Worth less, men considered themselves worthless.

Yea, everything is vain, except only God alone,
and every pleasant thing must one day vanish away!
And all the race of men—there shall surely come among them
a Fearful Woe, whereby their fingers shall grow pale:
And every mother's son, though his life be lengthened out
to the utmost bound, comes home at last to the Grave:
And every man shall know one day his labour's worth,
when his loss or gain is cast up on the Judgment Day.

Eminence without merit earns deference without esteem.

time fleets, youth fades, life is an empty dream,