I enjoyed the innocence of unhappiness and of helplessness; could I blame myself for a sin which attracted me, which flooded me with pleasure precisely to the extent it brought me to despair?

The chaos of the mind cannot constitute a reply to the providence of the universe. All it can be is an awakening in the night, where all that can be heard is anguished poetry let loose.

How cruel my suffering is,—no one is more talkative than I am!

Only literature could reveal the process of breaking the law - without which the law would have no end - independently of the necessity to create order.

The sovereign being is burdened with a servitude that crushes him, and the condition of free men is deliberate servility.

Sovereignty, loyalty, and solitude.

By the care she lavishes on her toilet, by the concern she has for her beauty set off by her adornment, a woman regards herself as an object always trying to attract men's attention.