Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!
What am I? Nothing. What would I be? Everything.
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?
I long to see everything, to know everything, to learn everything!.
... I will never love, for I should never be loved as I desire to be loved.
Time is the most terrible, the most discouraging, the most unconquerable of all obstacles, and one that may exist when no other does.