To hope is to contradict the future.
The history of ideas is the history of the grudges of solitary men.
Society: an inferno of saviors!
The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself.
Glory - once achieved, what is it worth?
To live entirely without a goal! I have glimpsed this state, and have often attained it, without managing to remain there: I am too weak for such happiness.