I Know Myself Too Well To Believe

By Definition, A Government Has No Conscience. Sometimes It Has A Policy, But Nothing More.

How Hard It Is, How Bitter It Is To Become A Man!

You Make The Mistake Of Thinking You Have To Choose, That You Have To Do What You Want, That There Are Conditions For Happiness. What Matters — All That Matters, Really Is The Will To Happiness, A Kind Of Enormous, Ever Present Consciousness. The Rest - Women , Art, Success — Is Nothing But Excuses. A Canvas Waiting For Our Embroideries.

Happiness Is Generous. It Does Not Subsist On Destruction.

Ah! My Friend, For Whomever Is Alone, Without A God And Without A Master, The Weight Of Time Is Terrible. One Must Then Choose A Master, God Being Out Of Style.