I want to be a work of art, at least in my soul, since I can’t be one in my body.

Life is full of paradoxes, as roses are of thorns.

I have at this moment so many fundamental thoughts, so many truly metaphysical things to say, that I suddenly get tired and decide not to write any more, not to think any more, but to allow the fever of speaking to make me sleepy, and with my eyes closed, like a cat, I play with everything I could have said.

I take with me the conscience of defeat as a victory banner.

Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes. Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself. The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.

I'd like to be in the country so that I'd could like being in the city.

We, all who live, have A life that is lived And another life that is thought, And the only life we have It's the one that is divided In right or wrong.