There's no greater tragedy than an equal intensity, in the same soul or the same man, of the intellectual sentiment and the moral sentiment. For a man to be utterly and absolutely moral, he has to be a bit stupid. For a man to be absolutely intellectual, he has to be a bit immoral.

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

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.

I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.

But do we really live? To live without knowing what life is - is that living?

Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. What I'm attending here is a show with another set. And the show I'm attending is myself.

...the painful intensity of my sensations, even when they're happy ones; the blissful intensity of my sensations, even when they're sad.