I’m losing my taste for everything, including even my taste for finding everything tasteless.

If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine.

I realize that I was all error and deviation, that I never lived, that I existed only in so far as I filled time with consciousness and thought.

To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you. Be whole in everything. Put all you are Into the smallest thing you do. So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendor Because it blooms up above.

Why is art beautiful? Because it's useless. Why is life ugly? Because it's all ends and purposes and intentions.

I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything.

To be understood is to prostitute oneself