“How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.”
“The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).”
“Through the Unknown, we'll find the New”
“This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.”
“Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.”
“The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;We find delight in the most loathsome things;Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.”