[kahljorn]

This is obscure:
Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.

If you are doomed to devour yourself, nothing can keep you from it: a trifle will impel you as much as a tragedy. Resign yourself to erosion at all times: your fate wills it so.

To exist is a state as little conceivable as its contrary. No, still more inconceivable.

A monster, however horrible, secretely attracts us, pursues us, haunts us. He represents, enlarged, our advantages and our miseries, he proclaums US, he is our standard-bearer.