Love is a reciprocal torture.

The tiny, initial clue ... by allowing us to imagine what we do not know, stimulates a desire for knowledge.

Dear Friend: I have nearly died three times since morning.

We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond.

When I am not too sad to listen, music is my consolation.

It is up to my spirit to find the truth. But how? Grave uncertainty, each time the spirit feels beyond its own comprehension; whenit, the explorer, is altogether to obscure land that it must search and where all its baggage is of no use. To search? That is not all: to create.

... But all the feelings that evoke in us the joy or the misfortune of a real person are only produced in us through the intermediary of an image of that joy or that misfortune; the ingeniousness of the first novelist was in understanding that, in the apparatus of our emotions, since the image is the only essential element, the simplification which consists of purely and simply suppressing the factual characters is a definitive improvement.