Find your happiness in yourself.

... habit starts at the second crime. At the first one, something is ending.

I realized people would soon forget me once I was dead. I couldn't even say that this was hard to stomach; really, there's no idea to which one doesn't get acclimatized in time.

For ever, I shall be a stranger to myself.

After awhile you could get used to anything.

Of course, true love is exceptional - two or three times a century, more or less. The rest of the time there is vanity or boredom.

Over there, in Europe, all was shame and anger. Here it was exile or solitude, among these languid and agitated madmen who danced in order to die.