We all have two lives: The true, the one we dreamed of in childhood And go on dreaming of as adults in a substratum of mist; the false, the one we love when we live with others, the practical, the useful, the one we end up by being put in a coffin.

To kill our dream life would be to kill ourselves, to mutilate our soul. Dreaming is the one thing we have that's really ours, invulnerably and inalterably ours.

Yes, talking to people makes me sleepy.

There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.

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

All that I've lived I've forgotten, as if I'd vaguely heard it. All that I'll be reminds me of nothing, as if I'd lived and forgotten it.

Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.