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

Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

In order to have the stuff of a tyrant, a certain mental derangement is necessary.

Shame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive.

Trees are massacred, houses go up — faces, faces everywhere. Man is spreading. Man is the cancer of the earth.