On the Heights of Despair

As far as I am concerned, I resign from humanity.
I no longer want to be, nor can still be, a man.
What should I do?
Work for a social and political system, make a girl miserable?
Hunt for weaknesses in philosophical systems, fight for moral and esthetic ideals?
It’s all too little.
I renounce my humanity even though I may find myself alone.
But am I not already alone in this world from which I no longer expect anything?

Emil Cioran
in, "On the Heights of Despair"