[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.

Impromptu thoughts are mental wild-flowers.

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.

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

. . . 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.

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