I was comfortable in all, I admit, but at the same time, nothing satisfied me. Each joy made me seek another.

A stranger to myself and to the world, armed solely with a thought that negates itself as soon as it asserts, what is this condition in which I can have peace only by refusing to know and to live, in which the appetite for conquest bumps into walls that defy its assaults?

The harshest winter finds an invincible summer in us.

One plays at being immortal and after a few weeks one doesn't even know whether or not one can hang on till the next day.

My life was lucky so that I met, I loved (and disappointed) only outstanding people.

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

More and more, revolution has found itself delivered into the hands of its bureaucrats and doctrinaires on the one hand, and to the enfeebled and bewildered masses on the other.