We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering.
To exist is a habit I do not despair of acquiring.
Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an impostor.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.
Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.
I do nothing, granted. But I see the hours pass - which is better than trying to fill them.