Ah! I shall repeat it endlessly, the only misfortune is to be born!

Ah! I shall repeat it endlessly, the only misfortune is to be born!

Do I believe in ghosts? No, but I'm afraid of them.

Rules of society are nothing; one's conscience is the umpire.

I hear nothings, I speak nothings, I take interest in nothing and from nothing to nothing I travel gently down the dull way which leads to becoming nothing.

The first step is the hardest.

. . . everything seems insupportable to me. This may very well be because I am insupportable myself.