A Civilization Is Destroyed Only When Its

I Have All The Defects Of Other People Yet Everything They Do Seems To Me Inconceivable.

Paradise Was Unendurable, Otherwise The First Man Would Have Adapted To It; This World Is No Less So, Since Here We Regret Paradise Or Anticipate Another One. What To Do? Where To Go? Do Nothing And Go Nowhere, Easy Enough.

Music Is The Refuge Of Souls Ulcerated By Happiness.

To Have Committed Every Crime But That Of Being A Father.

What A Pity That 'nothingness' Has Been Devalued By An Abuse Of It Made By Philosophers Unworthy Of It!