Balance is not to be sought by association with others; it must exist within one's self.

Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.

You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.

In my dreams I sleep with everybody.

I cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself.

Why do I doubt her? Perhaps she is just very sensitive, and hypersensitive people are false when others doubt them; they waver. And one thinks them insincere. Yet I want to believe her. At the same time it does not seem so very important that she should love me. It is not her role. I am so filled with my love of her. And at the same time I feel that I am dying. Our love would be death. The embrace of imaginings.

The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.