It's been months since I last wrote. I've lived in a state of mental slumber, leading the life of someone else. I've felt, very often, a vicarious happiness. I haven't existed. I've been someone else. I've lived without thinking.

Nature is the difference between the soul and God.

It is noble to be shy, illustrious not to know how to act, great not to have a gift for living.

Success consists in being successful, not in having potential for success. Any wide piece of ground is the potential site of a palace, but there's no palace till it's built.

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

My boredom with everything has numbed me.

The end of lower art is to please, the end of average art is to raise the top, the end of superior art is to free.