Normal people have nothing to forget.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune.

On Creating — What we crave, what we want to see in others eyes, is that servile expression, an unconcealed infatuation with our gestures.

What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.

Wisdom disguises our wounds; it teaches us how to bleed in secret.

True moral elegance consists in the art of disguising one's victories as defeats.