Without charity, I am but a clashing cymbal.
—My humiliations have been mercies of God.
Is my egoistical phase at an end?
The gift of responding to the moment's need, exactitude, in a word, should infallibly bring its recompense.
LXXIX
Hygiene, Conduct, Morals.—Jean 300, my mother 200, myself 300,—800 francs a month. To work from six in the morning, on an empty stomach, till noon. To work blindly, aimlessly, like a madman. We shall see the result.
I suppose I base my destiny on a few hours' uninterrupted toil.
All is reparable. There is still time. Who knows even if new pleasure...?
I have not yet known the pleasure of a project carried out.
Power of the fixed idea, power of hope.