Human judgment of human actions is true and void , that is to say, first true and then void.... The judgment of the word is true, the judgment in itself is void.... Only he who is a party can really judge, but as a party he cannot judge. Hence it follows that there is no possibility of judgment in the world, only a glimmer of it.

Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.

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

His biggest misgiving came from his concern about the loud crash that was bound to occur and would probably create, if not terror, at least anxiety behind all the doors. But that would have to be risked.

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.