I want to live faster, faster, faster! ... I fear that this desire to live always at high pressure is the presage of a short existence. Who knows?

What am I? Nothing. What would I be? Everything.

Time is the most terrible, the most discouraging, the most unconquerable of all obstacles, and one that may exist when no other does.

When one misses an opportunity one is apt to fancy that another will never present itself.

When I die my death will be caused by indignation at the stupidity of human nature.

one life would not suffice, mine especially. To touch everything and leave nothing after oneself! Ah! my God! I hope better than that. Ah! I am very cowardly, and under the blow of such a terror I am ready to believe in priests.

To say that my grief will be eternal would be ridiculous - nothing is eternal.