Even great men are only truly recognized and honored once they are dead. Why? Because those who praise them need to feel themselves somehow superior to the person praised, they need to feel they are making some concession.

I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.

I write to save someone's life, probably my own

Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.

I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort

The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.