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

Fear can supplant our real problems only to the extent -unwilling either to assimilate or to exhaust it -we perpetuate it within ourselves like a temptation and enthrone it at the very heart of our solitude.

Once you see that everything is unreal, you can't see why you should bother to prove it.

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

We inhabit a language rather than a country.

What is pity but the vice of kindness.

Each of us is born with a share of purity, predestined to be corrupted by our commerce with mankind, by that sin against solitude.