Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.
I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.
Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
Facts and particulars annoy me.
My life, the most truthful one, is unrecognizable, extremely interior, and there is no single word that gives it meaning.
How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?