The first step is the hardest.

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

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.

[On the legend that after being beheaded St. Denis walked six miles with his head in his hands:] It is only the first step that is difficult.

I love nothing and that is the true cause of my ennui.

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

Faith is a devout belief in what one does not understand.