I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.
Condillac begins his famous book with the words: However high we climb and however low we fall we never escape our own feelings.
The cultivation of the imagination is hindered by the cultivation of life. It is the uncommon man who rules.
The nobleman thinks clearly, writes clearly, and controls his emotions, though not his feelings; the bookkeeper controls neither emotions nor feelings, and what he thinks depends on what he feels.
I'm nothing. I'll always be nothing. I can't want to be something. But I have in me all the dreams of the world.
All is worthwhile if the soul is not small.