She suffers as a miser. She must be miserly with her pleasures, as well. I wonder if sometimes she doesn't wish she were free of this monotonous sorrow, of these mutterings which start as soon as she stops singing, if she doesn't wish to suffer once and for all, to drown herself in despair. In any case, it would be impossible for her: she is bound.

Il n'y a de réalité que dans l'action. (There is no reality except in action.)

Nothingness haunts Being.

The painful secret of gods and kings is that men are free, Aegistheus. You know it and they do not.

Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.

If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.

emotion is first of all and in principle an accident