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I'm a dreamer; I have so little real life that I regard such moments as this one, now, to be so rare that I can't help repeating these moments in my dreams.

I was walking and singing, because when I am happy I am sure to hum something to myself, like every other happy man who has neither friends nor good acquaintances and who in a joyful moment has nobody with whom he can share his joy.

They say that people who are condemned to death sleep extremely soundly on their last night. As they should, it's only natural, otherwise they wouldn't have the strength to endure it.

Why, then, did I accept death? But I will ask: What need would I have of life after the revolver was raised against me by the being whom I adored?

The proud ones are particularly nice, when ... well, when you no longer harbour any doubts about your power over them.

Youth is always magnanimous, if only ever so slightly and ever so distortedly.