“Being master of one’s moods is the privilege of the larger animals.

Anyone who has considerably meditated on Man is lead to a feeling of Nostalgia for the primates.”

“One can wage war in this world, mimic love, torture one’s fellow man, or merely say evil of one’s neighbor while knitting. But in certain cases, carrying on, merely continuing, is superhuman. “

“The Heart has its own memory”

“Because I longed for Eternal Life, i went to bed with harlots and drank for nights on end. In the morning, my mouth was filled with the bitter taste of the mortal state. But, for hours on end, I had soared in bliss.”

“I have ceased to like anything but confessions, and authors of confessions write especially to avoid confessing, to tell nothing of what they know. When they claim to get to the painful admission, you have to watch out, for they are about to dress the corpse.”