The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life-the terror of art.

Anyone who renounces the world must love all men, for he renounces their world too. He thus begins to have some inkling of the true nature of man, which cannot but be loved, always assuming that one is its peer.

I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.

No sooner said than done - so acts your man of worth.

Evil is whatever distracts.

My job is unbearable to me because it conflicts with my only desire and my only calling, which is literature. Since I am nothing but literature and can and want to be nothing else, my job will never take possession of me, it may, however, shatter me completely, and this is by no means a remote possibility.

there is nothing bad to fear; once you have crossed that threshold, all is well. Another world, and you do not have to speak