I'm going to end a life that I thought could contain every kind of greatness but that in fact consisted only of my incapacity to really want to be great. Whenever I arrived at a certainty, I remembered that those with the greatest certainties are lunatics.

The end of lower art is to please, the end of average art is to raise the top, the end of superior art is to free.

My dreams are a stupid refuge, like an umbrella against a thunderbolt.

I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.

Life is good, but Wine is better.

To live strikes me as a metaphysical mistake of matter, a dereliction of inaction.

To have opinions is to sell out to youself. To have no opinions is to exist. To have every opinion is to be a poet.