Time is the school in which we learn, time is the fire in which we burn.

What does long life avail? The best seats at the funerals of friends.

Is it not clear that a reviewer's psyche, like an iceberg, is seven-eighths beneath the surface?

Order and disorder, form and formless must have profound psychological roots, nervous roots.

What was the freedom to which the adult human being rose in the morning, if each act was held back or inspired by the overpowering ghost of a little child?

At the moment I'm so exhausted that I feel like cutting my throat, so the next news masy well be that I am across the river and under the trees: what is the meaning and purpose of life? Death.

I always cause those who are near to me more suffering than pleasure.