Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.

Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

What strangely enchanted tunes gush forth during those sleepless nights!

The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.

Vague a l'ame - melancholy yearning for the end of the world.