Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.

What do you want me to say?""I wish you would say something. Our life goes by without any comment.

Looking back at a repetition of empty days, one sees that monuments have sprung up. Habit is not mere subjugation, it is a tender tie: when one remembers habit it seems to have been happiness.

If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm.