In eternity everything is just beginning.

He who is obsessed by death is made guilty by it.

Everything one records contains a grain of hope, no matter how deeply it may come from despair.

The self- explorer, whether he wants to or not, becomes the explorer of everything else. He learns to see himself, but suddenly, provided he was honest, all the rest appears, and it is as rich as he was, and, as a final crowning, richer.

A 'modern' man has nothing to add to modernism, if only because he has nothing to oppose it with. The well-adapted drop off the dead limb of time like lice.

It is important what a man still plans at the end. It shows the measure of injustice in his death.

As if one could know the good a person is capable of, when one doesn't know the bad he might do.