I am the suburb of a non-existent town, the prolix commentary on a book never written. I am nobody, nobody. I am a character in a novel which remains to be written, and I float, aerial, scattered without ever having been, among the dreams of a creature who did not know how to finish me off.

Life is whatever we conceive it to be.

Whether or not they exist we are slaves to our gods.

Whenever someone tells me he dreamed, I wonder if he realizes that he has never done anything but dream.

But I am not perfect in my way of putting things Because I lack the divine simplicity Of being only what I appear to be.

I think of life as an inn where I have to stay until the abyss coach arrives. I don't know where it will take me, for I know nothing.

Success consists in being successful, not in having potential for success. Any wide piece of ground is the potential site of a palace, but there's no palace till it's built.