Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
I is another.
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
Misfortune was my god.
I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
I’m intact, and I don’t give a damn.
I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.