"The aesthetic existence is despair, whether it knows it or not."

"Despair is the sickness unto death, this tormenting contradiction, this sickness in the self; it is to be eternally dying, to die and yet not die, to die the death."

"Despair is the sickness unto death."

"I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me. But I went away — yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of t…"

"The specific character of despair is precisely this, that it is unaware of being despair."