I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.

I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more

If there is a transmigration of souls then I am not yet on the bottom rung. My life is a hesitation before birth.

Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.

Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.

The notion of the infinite expanse and copiousness of the cosmos is the result of the mixture, carried to the extreme limit, of laborious creation and free self-determination.