Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm as intelligent as ever.

The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust

Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.

Habit is a compromise effected between an individual and his environment.

It was the only way to progress, to stop.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.