When I got back to Marceline, I did not conceal from her how tedious I found all these acquaintances.
"They are all alike," I said to her. "When I talk to one, I feel as if I were talking to the whole lot."
"But, my dear," said Marceline, "you can't expect each of them to be different from the others."
"The greater their likeness to each other, the more unlike they are to me.

In other people's company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring...

It is better to be hated for what you are than be loved for something you are not.

Know that joy is rarer, more difficult, and more beautiful than sadness. Once you make this all-important discovery, you must embrace joy as a moral obligation.

Be faithful to that which exists nowhere but in yourself- and thus make yourself indispensable.

Most people believe it is only by constraint they can get any good out of themselves, and so they live in a state of psychological distortion. It is his own self that each of them is most afraid of resembling. Each of them sets up a pattern and imitates it; he doesn't even choose the pattern he imitates: he accepts a pattern that has been chosen for him. And yet I verily believe there are other things to be read in man. But people don't dare to - they don't dare to turn the page. Laws of imitation! Laws of fear, I call them. The fear of finding oneself alone - that is what they suffer from - and so they don't find themselves at all. I detest such moral agoraphobia - the most odious cowardice I call it. Why, one always has to be alone to invent anything - but they don't want to invent anything. The part in each of us that we feel is different from other people is just the part that is rare, the part that makes our special value - and that is the very thing people try to suppress. They go on imitating. And yet they think they love life.