If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?
There will be no proof that I ever was a writer.
A book should serve as an axe to the ice inside us.
If it had been possible to build the Tower of Babel without climbing it, it would have been permitted.
The history of the world, as it is written and handed down by word of mouth, often fails us completely; but man's intuitive capacity, though it often misleads, does lead, does not ever abandon one.
I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough.