The first step is the hardest.

Impromptu thoughts are mental wild-flowers.

God is not more incomprehensible than you; but if he is not more just, it is hardly worth while beIieving in him.

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

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

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

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.