A relief bordering on orgasm at the notion that one will never again embrace a cause, any cause...

I pride myself on my capacity to perceive the transitory character of everything. An odd gift which has spoiled all my joys; better: all my sensations.

When you know yourself well and do not despise yourself utterly, it is because you are too exhausted to indulge in extreme feelings.

A phantom cannot be cured, still less an enlightened mind. We can only cure those who belong to the earth and still have their roots in it, however superficial.