In the fact of being born there is such an absence of necessity that when you think about it a little more than usual, you are left...with a foolish … - Emil Cioran

But where is the antidote for lucid despair, perfectly articulated, proud, and sure? All of us are miserable, but how many know it? The consciousness of misery is too serious a disease to figure in an arithmetic of agonies or in the catalogues of the Incurable. It belittles the prestige of hell, and converts the slaughterhouses of time into idyls. What sin have you committed to be born, what crime to exist? Your suffering like your fate is without motive. To suffer, truly to suffer, is to accept the invasion of ills without the excuse of causality, as a favor of demented nature, as a negative miracle. . .

If someone incessantly drops the word "life," you know he's a sick man.

The pessimist has to invent new reasons to exist every day: he is a victim of the "meaning" of life.