By virtue of depression, we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.

True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.

Between the demand to be clear,and the temptation to be obscure, impossible to decide which deserves more respect.

Vague a l'ame - melancholy yearning for the end of the world.

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

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

I have all the defects of other people yet everything they do seems to me inconceivable.