The more material organs came to the rescue of their failing chief.

The blood from my heart rushed to my head to revive it; the muscles of my limbs communicated to the fibres of the brain their galvanic tension.

Nerves turned into imagination, flesh into life.
Nothing has developed my materialistic beliefs like this decarnation of which I had such a sensible, or rather visible perception.
"I destroyed my health with these psychological experiments, and the abuse of work perhaps shortened my life.

When I was thirty years old my face was wrinkled, my cheeks were pallid, and my heart blighted and empty.

For what result, grand Dieu! For a fleeting and fruitless renown! "The failure of my two plays warned me that others judged me as I judged myself.