To know oneself, one should assert oneself.
After awhile you could get used to anything.
...the habit of despair is worse than despair itself.
In order to exist just once in the world, it is necessary never again to exist.
No matter how the sun shone, the sea held forth no more promises.
This world, such as it is, is not tolerable. Therefore I need the moon, or happiness, or immortality, I need something which is perhaps demented, but which is not of this world.