For An Occurrence To Become An Adventure,

When She Is Alone In The Rooms I Hear Her Humming To Keep Herself From Thinking.

I Distrust The Incommunicable; It Is The Source Of All Violence

Man Can Will Nothing Unless He Has First Understood That He Must Count On No One But Himself; That He Is Alone, Abandoned On Earth In The Midst Of His Infinite Responsibilities, Without Help, With No Other Aim Than The One He Sets Himself, With No Other Destiny Than The One He Forges For Himself On This Earth.

Man Is Always A Wizard To Man, And The Social World Is At First Magical.

I Have Such A Desire To Sleep And Am So Much Behind My Sleep. A Good Night, One Good Night And All This Nonsense Will Be Swept Away.