A microscopic phantom of the universe; this is all that we are able to be.
It is work which gives flavor to life.
There is no respect for others without humility in one's self.
Time wasted is a theft from God.
I'm not interested in age. People who tell me their age are silly. You're as old as you feel.
I find myself regarding existence as though from beyond the tomb, from another world; all is strange to me; I am, as it were, outside my own body and individuality; I am depersonalized, detached, cut adrift. Is this madness?