There's something vile (and all the more vile because ridiculous) in the tendency of feeble men to make universal tragedies out of the sad comedies of their private woes.
I realize that, while often happy and often cheerful, I am always sad.
To be understood is to prostitute oneself
All beginnings are involuntary.
My boredom with everything has numbed me.
Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are.