There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ... but not for us.

This inescapable duty to observe oneself: if someone else is observing me, naturally I have to observe myself too; if none observe me, I have to observe myself all the closer.

All language is but a poor translation.

Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.

One advantage in keeping a diary is that you become aware with reassuring clarity of the changes which you constantly suffer.

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man.