The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.

A work settles nothing, just as the labor of a whole generation settles nothing. Sons, and the morrow, always start afresh.

When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.

Whatever people may say, the fastidious formal manner of the upper classes is preferable to the slovenly easygoing behaviour of the common middle class. In moments of crisis, the former know how to act, the latter become uncouth brutes.

Literature is a defense against the attacks of life. It says to life: You can't deceive me. I know your habits, foresee and enjoy watching all your reactions, and steal your secret by involving you in cunning obstructions that halt your normal flow.