It is only in adventure that some people succeed in knowing themselves - in finding themselves.

The want of logic annoys. Too much logic bores. Life eludes logic, and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced.

Each thought becomes an anxiety in my brain. I am becoming the ugliest of all things: a busy man.

Sadness is a state of sin.

I am lost if I attempt to take count of chronology. When I think over the past, I am like a person whose eyes cannot properly measure distances and is liable to think things extremely remote which on examination prove to be quite near.

Welcome anything that comes to you, but do not long for anything else.

Though a revolution may call itself "national," it always marks the victory of a single party.