If just once you were depressed for no reason, you have been so all your life without knowing.

A decadent civilization compromises with its disease, cherishes the virus infecting it, loses its self-respect.

In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.

We inhabit a language rather than a country.

True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

Word - that invisible dagger.