What fun it would be to be poor, as long as one was excessively poor! Anything in excess is most exhilarating
When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.
The only immorality is not to do what one has to do when one has to do it.
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
I don't want people to love me. It makes for obligations.
Obligations, hatreds, injuries; what did I expect my memories to be? I was forgetting remorse. Now I have a complete past.