From someone who doesn't want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette

Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.

Literature is a defense against the attacks of life. It says to life: You can't deceive me. I know your habits, foresee and enjoy watching all your reactions, and steal your secret by involving you in cunning obstructions that halt your normal flow.

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.

At great periods you have always felt, deep within you, the temptation to commit suicide. You gave yourself to it, breached your own defenses. You were a child. The idea of suicide was a protest against life; by dying, you would escape this longing for death.

The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men's pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.

Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.