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

This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this and I do not. Everything is unique - and insignificant.

The Art of Love: knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.

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.

To venture upon an undertaking of any kind, even the most insignificant, is to sacrifice to envy.

I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.

A great step forward was made the day men understood that in order to torment one another more efficiently they would have to gather together, to organize themselves into a society