Man Is Always Prey To His Truths.

Murder Is Terribly Exhausting.

There Is Always A Philosophy For Lack Of Courage.

Utopia Is That Which Is In Contradiction With Reality.

There Always Comes A Time When One Must Choose Between Contemplation And Action. This Is Called Becoming A Man.

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.