From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.

The savage hatred I feel for crowds is getting worse, natural enemies that they are of imagination and of thought.

Civilization, that great fraud of our times, has promised man that by complicating his existence it would multiply his pleasures. ... Civilization has promised man freedom, at the cost of giving up everything dear to him, which it arrogantly treated as lies and fantasies. ... Hour by hour needs increase and are nearly always unsatisfied, peopling the earth with discontented rebels. The superfluous has become a necessity and luxuries indispensable.

From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.

I feel alone, free, and detached from everything in the world, and I'm happy.

I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

For those who know the value of and exquisite taste of solitary freedom (for one is only free when alone), the act of leaving is the bravest and most beautiful of all.