Without madness what is man But a wholesome beast, Postponed corpse that begets?

Lord, may the pain be ours, And the weakness that it brings, But at least give us the strength, Of not showing it to anyone!

We’ve been devastated by the severest and deadliest drought in history – that of our profound awareness of the futility of all effort and the vanity of all plans.

Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.

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

If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.

Every spoken word double-crosses us. The written word is the only tolerable form of communication, as it isn't a stone in a bridge between souls but a ray of light between stars.