Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.
To act is to anchor in an imminent future, so imminent it becomes almost tangible; to act is to feel you are consubstantial with that future.
What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on.
I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.
We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us.
Better to be an animal than a man, an insect than an animal, a plant than an insect, and so on. Salvation? Whatever diminishes the kingdom of consciousness and compromises its supremacy.