There is not a single true work of art that has not in the end added to the inner freedom insight and life of each person who has known and loved it.

People believe a man is in distress because his loved one dies in one day. But his real pain is less futile: it is that he finds out that sadness too does not last. Even pain has no meaning.

It is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life.

If Nietzsche is correct, that to shame a man is to kill him, then any honest attempt at autobiography will be an act of self-destruction.

Nature is a burning and frigid, transparent and limited universe in which nothing is possible but everything is given.

I am too far away from what I love and my distance is without remedy.

There is no frontier between being and appearing.