A liking for truth at any cost is a passion that spares nothing and that nothing resists. It's a vice, at times a comfort, or a selfishness.

We are not certain, we are never certain.

I lived with the only continuity, day to day, of the me-me-me.

Moreover, most people, assuming they had not altogether abandoned religious observances, or did not combine them naively with a thoroughly immoral way of living, had replace normal religious practice by more or less extravagant superstitions.

I rebel; therefore I exist.

Nothing in life is worth, turning your back on, if you love it.

I am too far away from what I love and my distance is without remedy.