He was conscious of the disastrous fact that love and desire must be expressed in the same way.

No longer were there individual destinies; only a collective destiny, made of plague and emotions shared by all.

All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning.

We are all special cases.

Here lives a free man. Nobody serves him.

But,' I reminded myself, 'it's common knowledge that life isn't worth living, anyhow.

The world is unimportant and whoever recognizes this conquers his liberty.