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 am not afraid of death, but would not want to die in some obscure or pointless way.

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

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

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

While to live in the past and think of what was good and beautiful about it amounts to a sort of seasoning of the present, the perennial wait for tomorrow is bound to result in chronic discontent that poisons one's entire outlook.

For now it seems that by advancing into unknown territories, I entered into my life