This Desire [to Write] Is Rather Strange

Uncalled-for Aggression Arouses The Hatred Of The Civilian Population.

Acting Is Happy Agony.

I Am Beginning To Believe That Nothing Can Ever Be Proved. These Are Honest Hypotheses Which Take The Facts Into Account: But I Sense So Definitely That They Come From Me, And That They Are Simply A Way Of Unifying My Own Knowledge. Not A Glimmer Comes From Rollebon's Side. Slow, Lazy, Sulky, The Facts Adapt Themselves To The Rigour Of The Order I Wish To Give Them; But It Remains Outside Of Them. I Have The Feeling Of Doing A Work Of Pure Imagination.

The More Absurd Life Is, The More Insupportable Death Is.

Genius Is What A Man Invents When He Is Looking For A Way Out.