When a person hasn't in him that which is higher and stronger than all external influences, it is enough for him to catch a good cold in order to lose his equilibrium and begin to see an owl in every bird, to hear a dog's bark in every sound.

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

I am now and have always been a stranger to the realm of practical matters.

Only one who loves can remember so well.

The time has come for writers, especially those who are artists, to admit that in this world one cannot make anything out, just as Socrates once admitted it, just as Voltaire admitted it.

The thirst for powerful sensations takes the upper hand both over fear and over compassion for the grief of others.

Write, write, write-till your fingers break.