I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.
I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.
I'm going to end a life that I thought could contain every kind of greatness but that in fact consisted only of my incapacity to really want to be great. Whenever I arrived at a certainty, I remembered that those with the greatest certainties are lunatics.
And as well as I dream, I reason if I want, for that's just another kind of dream.
I crave time in all its duration, and I want to be myself unconditionally.
Ah, who will save me from existing? It's neither death nor life that I want.
I will be what I want. But I will have to want what I'll be. Success is in having success, not conditions for success.