I only regret that everybody wants to deprive me of the journal, which is the only steadfast friend I have, the only one which makes my life bearable, because my happiness with human beings is so precarious, my confiding moods rare, and the least sign of non-interest is enough to silence me. In the journal I am at ease.

Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky

the cynic is a coward. He foresees all barrenness so that barrenness can never surprise him.

In music I feel most deeply the passing of things.

If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.

The two men who have done the greatest harm to the world are Christ and Columbus. Christ taught us guilt and sacrifice, to live only in the other world, and Columbus discovered America and materialism.

You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead.