There am I. I cannot leave. I have nothing to complain about. I do not suffer excessively, for I do not suffer consistently, it does not pile up, at least I do not feel it for the time being, and the degree of my suffering is far less than the suffering that is perhaps my due.
Calm consideration was much better than rushing to desperate conclusions.
I write to close my eyes.
Illusions are more common than changes in fortune.
It is to us artisans and tradesmen that the salvation of the fatherland is entrusted; but we are not equal to such a task; never, indeed, have we claimed that we were capable of performing it. It is a misunderstanding; and it is proving our ruin.
As happiness recedes into dreams, the passion ended where it began: in sleepness.