One would have to be as unenlightened as an angel or an idiot to imagine that the human escapade could turn out well. - Emil Cioran

Life is not, and death is a dream. Suffering has invented them both as self-justification. Man alone is torn between an unreality and an illusion.

Self-knowledge — the bitterest knowledge of all and also the kind we cultivate least: what is the use of catching ourselves out, morning to night, in the act of illusion, pitilessly tracing each act back to its root, and losing case after case before our own tribunal?

You are forgiven everything provided you have a trade, a subtitle to your name, a seal on your nothingness.