Sometimes I think I can expiate all my past and future sins through the aching of my bones.

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

The man in ecstasy and the man drowning - both throw up their arms. The first to signify harmony, the second to signify strife with the elements.

All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.

Two possibilities: making oneself infinitely small or being so. The second is perfection, that is to say, inactivity, the first is beginning, that is to say, action.

Love has as few problems as a motor car. The only problems are the driver, the passengers, and the road.

The true way goes over a line that, rather than spanning heights, is hardly above the ground. It appears more decidedly to make one trip than to be walked along.