The literary man? An indiscreet man, who devaluates his miseries, divulges them, tells them like so many beads: immodesty-the sideshow of second thoughts-is his rule; he offers himself.

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

Every form of talent involves a certain shameless-ness.

A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself.

What is that one crucifixion compared to the daily kind any insomniac endures?

Philosophy is a corrective against sadness. Yet there still are people who believe in the profundity of philosophy!

I do nothing, granted. But I see the hours pass - which is better than trying to fill them.