My enthusiasms...constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future.
My mission is to see things as they are. Exactly contrary of a mission.
We are born to exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.
Society: an inferno of saviors!
To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression. I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.