There May Be Responsible Persons,

No Longer Were There Individual Destinies; Only A Collective Destiny, Made Of Plague And Emotions Shared By All.

Utopia Is That Which Is In Contradiction With Reality.

The Only Deep Emotion I Occasionally Felt In These Affairs Was Gratitude, When All Was Going Well And I Was Left, Not Only Peace, But Freedom To Come And Go--never Kinder And Gayer With One Woman Than When I Had Just Left Another's Bed, As If I Extended To All Others The Debt I Had Just Contracted Toward One Of Them.

You Will Never Live If You Are Looking For The Meaning Of Life.

The Truth Is That Everyone Is Bored, And Devotes Himself To Cultivating Habits.