There's no tyrant like a brain.

A man should be resigned to knowing himself a little better each day if he hasn't got the guts to put an end to his sniveling once and for all.

I crawled back into myself all alone, just delighted to observe that I was even more miserable than before, because I had brought a new kind of distress and something that resembled true feeling into my solitude.

Troubles are as endless as pleasures are brief.

My trouble is insomnia. If I had always slept properly, I'd never have written a line.

For the poor of this world, two major ways of expiring are available: either by the absolute indifference of your fellow-men in peace-time, or by the homicidal passion of these same when war breaks out.

The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.