I am full of the sorrow that goes with changes in surroundings, those successive stages of annihilation that slowly lead to the great and final void.

One must never look for happiness: one meets it by the way.

Life on the open road is liberty... to be alone, to have few needs, to be unknown, everywhere a foreigner and at home, and to walk grandly and solitarily in conquest of the world.

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

I think it is impossible for human minds to think of Death as a final, irrevocable end to life.

We are, all of us, poor wretches, and those who prefer not to understand this are even worse off than the rest of us.

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