If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

The past not merely is not fugitive, it remains present.

I should have been happy: I wasn’t.

To a great extent, suffering is a sort of need felt by the organism to make itself familiar with a new state, which makes it uneasy, to adapt its sensibility to that state.

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.

After a certain age, the more one becomes oneself, the more obvious one's family traits become.

We passionately long that there may be another life in which we shall be similar to what we are here below. But we do not pause to reflect that, even without waiting for that other life, in this life, after a few years we are unfaithful to what we have been, to what we wished to remain immortally.