For the existentials, negation is their God. To be precise, that god is maintained only through the negation of human reason. But, like suicides, gods change with men.

When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy.

Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.

Thoughts of suicide have got me through many a bad night.

The opposite of an idealist is too often a man without love.

A sub-clerk in the post-office is the equal of a conqueror if consciousness is common to them.

Obstinacy alone is not a virtue.