This world is for those who are born to conquer it, Not for those who dream that are able to conquer it, even if they're right.

Wasting time has an esthetics to it.

Yes, talking to people makes me sleepy.

Direct experience is the evasion, or hiding place of those devoid of imagination.

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.

My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while.

I believe that saying a thing is to keep its virtues and take away its terror.