The human soul is an abyss

I never had anyone I could call “Master”. No Christ died for me. No Buddha showed me the right path. In the depths of my dreams no Apollo or Athena appeared to me to enlighten my soul

Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

For a long time now I haven't existed. I'm utterly calm. No one distinguishes me from who I am. I just felt myself breath as if I'd done something new, or done it late. I'm beginning to be conscious of being conscious. Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up to myself and resume the course of my existence. I don't know if that will make more happy or less. I don't know anything.

Give to each emotion a personality, to each state of mind a soul.

I'd like to be in the country so that I'd could like being in the city.

Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!