Can it be that I have overlooked something, that there is something which I have failed to understand? Is it not possible that this state of despair is common to everyone?

I can't understand how anyone can write without rewriting everything over and over again.

I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

the very fact of the death of someone close to them aroused in all who heard about it, as always, a feeling of delight that he had died and they hadn't.

One of the first conditions of happiness is that the link between Man and Nature shall not be broken.

For if we allow that human life is always guided by reason, we destroy the premise that life is possible at all.

Can it be that there is not enough space for man in this beautiful world, under those immeasurable, starry heavens?