"When I see that all our efforts have no other result than to satisfy needs which in turn serve no purpose but to prolong our wretched existence, and then see that all our reassurance concerning the particular questions we probe is no more than a dreamy resignation, since we all are doing is to paint our prison walls with colourful figures and bright views— all of this leaves me silent. I withdraw into myself, and discover a world, albeit a national world of dark desire rather than one of actuality and vital strength. And everything swims before my senses, and i go my way in the world wearing the smile of the dreamer"