I should think I'm going to be a perpetual student.

I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.

How unbearable at times are people who are happy, people for whom everything works out.

I was oppressed with a sense of vague discontent and dissatisfaction with my own life, which was passing so quickly and uninterestingly, and I kept thinking it would be a good thing if I could tear my heart out of my breast, that heart which had grown so weary of life.

Life is given only once, and one wants to live it boldly, with full conscious and beauty.

In displaying the psychology of your characters, minute particulars are essential. God save us from vague generalizations!

Man has been endowed with reason, with the power to create, so that he can add to what he's been given. But up to now he hasn't been a creator, only a destroyer. Forests keep disappearing, rivers dry up, wild life's become extinct, the climate's ruined and the land grows poorer and uglier every day.