It is better to be the tooth than the grass.

God is a nonsensical monster.

　　I would not say that in the Moniteur, egad! but I may whisper it among friends. Inter pocula.

　　To sacrifice the world to paradise is to let slip the prey for the shadow.

　　Be the dupe of the infinite! I'm not such a fool.

　　I am a nought.

　　I call myself Monsieur le Comte Nought, senator.

　　Did I exist before my birth?

　　No. Shall I exist after death?

　　No. What am I?

　　A little dust collected in an organism. What am I to do on this earth?

　　The choice rests with me: suffer or enjoy.

　　Whither will suffering lead me?

　　To nothingness; but I shall have suffered.

　　Whither will enjoyment lead me? To nothingness; but I shall have enjoyed myself.

　　My choice is made. One must eat or be eaten.

　　I shall eat.

　　It is better to be the tooth than the grass.

　　Such is my wisdom.

　　After which, go whither I push thee, the grave-digger is there; the Pantheon for some of us: all falls into the great hole.

　　End.

　　Finis.

　　Total liquidation. This is the vanishing-point. Death is death, believe me. I laugh at the idea of there being any one who has anything to tell me on that subject.

　　Fables of nurses; bugaboo for children; Jehovah for men.

　　No; our to-morrow is the night.

　　Beyond the tomb there is nothing but equal nothingness.

　　You have been Sardanapalus, you have been Vincent de Paul--it makes no difference.

　　That is the truth.

　　Then live your life, above all things.

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