The more I produce, the less I am certain. On the road along which the artist walks, night falls ever more densely. Finally, he dies blind.

It is necessary to fall in love... if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.

Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

Once one's up against it, the precise manner of one's death has obviously small importance.

Integrity has no need of rules.

When a war breaks out, people say: "It's too stupid; it can't last long." But though a war may well be "too stupid," that doesn't prevent its lasting. Stupidity has a knack of getting its way; as we should see if we were not always so much wrapped up in ourselves.