Never to have occasion to take a position, to make up one's mind, or to define oneself - there is no wish I make more often.

How important can it be that I suffer and think? My presence in this world will disturb a few tranquil lives and will unsettle the unconscious and pleasant naiveté of others. Although I feel that my tragedy is the greatest in history - greater than the fall of empires - I am nevertheless aware of my total insignificance. I am absolutely persuaded that I am nothing in this universe; yet I feel that mine is the only real existence.

One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other.

As the years pass, the number of those we can communicate with diminishes. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

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

Espousing the melancholy of ancient symbols, I would have freed myself.

You cannot protect your solitude if you cannot make yourself odious.