It is noble to be shy, illustrious not to know how to act, great not to have a gift for living.

I'm sick of everything, and of the everythingness of everything.

I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room.

My past is everything I failed to be.

Lord, may the pain be ours, And the weakness that it brings, But at least give us the strength, Of not showing it to anyone!

The world belongs to who doesn't feel. The primary condition to be a practical man is the absence of sensitivity.

Between me and life is a faint glass. No matter how sharply I see and understand life, I cannot touch it.