It is impossible to give a clear account of the world, but art can teach us to reproduce it-just as the world reproduces itself in the course of its eternal gyrations. The primordial sea indefatigably repeats the same words and casts up the same astonished beings on the same sea-shore.
Generally, I like all islands. There, it is easier to rule.
Wandering seemed no more than the happiness of an anxious man.
Give up the tyranny of female charm.
That must be wonderful; I have no idea of what it means.
Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.