I hear nothings, I speak nothings, I take interest in nothing and from nothing to nothing I travel gently down the dull way which leads to becoming nothing.

God is not more incomprehensible than you; but if he is not more just, it is hardly worth while beIieving in him.

Distance doesn't matter: it is only the first step that is difficult.

. . . everything seems insupportable to me. This may very well be because I am insupportable myself.

Ah! I shall repeat it endlessly, the only misfortune is to be born!