You always get exaggerated notions of things you don't know anything about.
There's the risk of being loved...and that would keep me from being happy.
Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.
Without freedom there is no art.
I was comfortable in all, I admit, but at the same time, nothing satisfied me. Each joy made me seek another.
Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.