Respectable people... What bastards!
Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.
The vague torment of ... ambition.