For If I Try To Seize This

Happiness Is Not Everything And Men Have Their Duties. Mine Is To Find My Mother, A Homeland

For Instance, I Never Complained That My Birthday Was Overlooked; People Were Even Surprised, With A Touch Of Admiration, By My Discretion On This Subject. But The Reason For My Disinterestedness Was Even More Discreet: I Longed To Be Forgotten In Order To Be Able To Complain To Myself... Once My Solitude Was Thoroughly Proved, I Could Surrender To The Charms Of A Virile Self-pity.

No Longer Were There Individual Destinies; Only A Collective Destiny, Made Of Plague And Emotions Shared By All.

Man Is Always Prey To His Truths. Once He Has Admitted Them, He Cannot Free Himself From Them.

He Had Opened His Heart To The Sublime Indifference Of The Universe