Wise is he who enjoys the show offered by the world.

Could it think, the heart would stop beating.

I know nothing and my heart aches

The world belongs to who doesn't feel. The primary condition to be a practical man is the absence of sensitivity.

Should you ask me if I'm happy, I'll answer that I'm not.

A being who, as I grew older, lost imagination, emotion, a type of intelligence, a way of feeling things - all that which, while it made me sorry, did not horrify me. But what am I experiencing when I read myself as if I were someone else? On which bank am I standing if I see myself in the depths?

Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.