Each friend represents a world in us.

A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.

To commit suicide is easy. To live without a god is more difficult. The drunkenness of triumph is greater than the drunkenness of sacrifice.

The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.

To love and to labor is the sum of living.

I did not feel drawn to huxley. He was beautiful physically but again without vibrations or sensory antennae... and I had a painful impression of a psychic blindness. With all his science and knowledge, in the mystic world he blundered.

In music I feel most deeply the passing of things.