Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep.

Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.

You cannot acquire experience by making experiments. You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.

To those who despair of everything reason cannot provide a faith, but only passion, and in this case it must be the same passion that lay at the root of the despair, namely humiliation and hatred.

There is the good and the bad, the great and the low, the just and the unjust. I swear to you that all that will never change.

Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.

Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.