There is only one passion, the passion for happiness. - Denis Diderot

Evil always turns up in this world through some genius or other.

I am beginning to feel that I am growing old; soon, I shall have to eat mush like children. I shall no longer be able to speak, which will be a rather great advantage for others and but a small inconvenience for myself.... The time in which I count in years is gone; that in which I count in days is here.... I had thought that the fibers of the heart would grow callous with age, it's not at all the case. I am not sure that my sensitivity hasn't increased; everything moves me, affects me.... To fade out between a man feeling your pulse and another bothering your head; not to know where one comes from, why one came, where one is going ...

Il (l'homme) ne te donnera jamais que ce qui ne lui est bon à rien, et te demandera toujours ce qui lui est utile.