Notebook written by Cioran during a visit to Spain in 1966. As far as I can tell, this English translation is available as an ebook download only.
https://www.amazon.com/Notebook-Talamanca-English-E-M-Cioran-ebook/dp/B01MTEJJNZ/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1486103927&sr=1-1
Some thoughts from this work I found worthy of pondering:
- By the moon, I suddenly realized how much I was tied to this beautiful and damned universe.
- The car, the airplane and the transistor: with the arrival of this trinity came the disappearance of the last vestiges of the earthly paradise. Every man who touches a motor shows that he is a reprobate.
- I have in common with the Devil, a negative mood, eternal foundation of anxiety. Like him, I am bilious by divine decree .
- Being as I am, longing all year for a vacation, when the actual vacation comes, it comes with more reality of the void, still done in, in that I live: Now a vacuum in the second degree, a void of which one is aware at all times, the official emptiness of my existence.
- I’ve spent all day in bed. Having the old obsessions, the feeling that nothing is possible for me. Wherever I go, my evils accompany me. That is the capital gift of my existence.
- The ravages of civilization are so obvious that I’m ashamed to continue pointing them out.
- I cannot concentrate on anything, everything bores me, everything invites me to dispersion. In return, I am interested in many things but to no particular end, except perhaps boredom. I’m a freak dissipated, who has squandered and sprayed his obsessions. It could be a great curiosity, this incurable temperament.
- Nothing worth researching but the investigation of oneself above all. What do we care about others! Our problems cannot be resolved by the problems of others, only we can solve those reserved for us. Moreover, there is nothing down here already decided that anybody can try to know other than where you are in relation to yourself.
- If we could experience a secret voluptuousness of nothingness, whenever summoned, that no case for us is done, or complete, we would have the key to happiness.
- Napoleon, who fought sixty battles, said that in the past, he had not learned anything not already known from the first, on the art of war.
- In two days I will be in Paris, back to sorting, profiling and re-segregating my anguish...
- I have always distrusted those who resemble me. Traits like ingenuity, force, sentimental crap [nonsense], kindness; I detest feverishness, duplicity, versatility, etc.,—defects, all of them!—I understand from within.