I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.

True life is elsewhere

My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?

O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.