My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.

I've reached the point where tedium is a person, the incarnate fiction of my own company.

On the road halfway between faith and criticism stands the inn of reason. Reason is faith in what can be understood without faith, but it's still a faith, since to understand presupposes that there's something understandable.

Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. Could it think, the heart would stop beating.

All beginnings are involuntary.

To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing. Be whole in everything.

I was a poet animated by philosophy, not a philosopher with poetic faculties.