Nervous states of the worst sort control me without pause. Everything that is not literature bores me and I hate it. I lack all aptitude for family life except, at best, as an observer. I have no family feeling and visitors make me almost feel as though I were maliciously being attacked.

I carry the bars within me.

His biggest misgiving came from his concern about the loud crash that was bound to occur and would probably create, if not terror, at least anxiety behind all the doors. But that would have to be risked.

Martyrs do not underrate the body, they allow it to be elevated on the cross. In this they are at one with their antagonists.

My life was sweeter than other people's and my death will be more terrible by the same degree.

I’m doing badly, I’m doing well; whichever you prefer.

You, who can't do anything, think you can bring off something like that? How can you even dare to think about it? If you were capable of it, you certainly wouldn't be in need of it.