Ennui Is The Echo In Us Of

To Live Entirely Without A Goal! I Have Glimpsed This State, And Have Often Attained It, Without Managing To Remain There: I Am Too Weak For Such Happiness.

An Aphorism? Fire Without Flames. Understandable That No One Tries To Warm Himself At It.

No Human Beings Are More Dangerous Than Those Who Have Suffered For A Belief

Old Age, After All, Is Merely The Punishment For Having Lived.

My Mission Is To See Things As They Are. Exactly Contrary Of A Mission.