And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world.

Does the end justify the means? That is possible. But what will justify the end? To that question, which historical thought leaves pending, rebellion replies: the means.

When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy.

And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.

Everybody knows life isn't worth living.

Only he who is uncompromising as to his rights maintains the sense of duty.

A man wants to earn money in order to be happy, and his whole effort and the best of a life are devoted to the earning of that money. Happiness is forgotten; the means are taken for the end.