I Would Like To Be Able To

This World, Such As It Is, Is Not Tolerable. Therefore I Need The Moon, Or Happiness, Or Immortality, I Need Something Which Is Perhaps Demented, But Which Is Not Of This World.

Old Women Even Forget How To Love Their Sons. The Heart Gets Worn Out, Monsieur.

God Put Self-pity By The Side Of Despair Like The Cure By The Side Of The Disease.

I Have Never Been Able To Renounce The Light, The Pleasure Of Being, And The Freedom In Which I Grew Up.

Men Are Never Really Willing To Die Except For The Sake Of Freedom: Therefore They Do Not Believe In Dying Completely.