In most men there exists a poet who died young, whom the man survived.

Most celebrated men live in a condition of prostitution.

There are people whose clocks stop at a certain point in their lives.

Despair itself if it goes on long enough, can become a kind of sanctuary in which one settles down and feels at ease.

What signifies the ladder, provided one rise and attain the end?

If I had a device, it would be the true, the true only, leaving the beautiful and the good to settle matters afterwards as best they could.

Nothing is more painful to me than the disdain with which people treat second-rate authors, as if there were room only for the first-raters.