Tears do not burn except in solitude.

Tolerance - the function of an extinguished ardor - tolerance cannot seduce the young.

True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

If each of us were to confess his most secret desire, the one that inspires all his plans, all his actions, he would say: "I want to be praised."

Try to be free: you will die of hunger.

Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!

I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity.