Every life is a profession of faith.
Any landscape is a condition of the spirit.
There is only one way of not hating those who do us wrong, and that is by doing them good.
Almost everything comes from almost nothing.
A microscopic phantom of the universe; this is all that we are able to be.
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?