If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?

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

He who does not answer the questions has passed the test.

I never imagined that so many days would ultimately make such a small life.

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.

We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.

I am more uncertain than I ever was; I feel only the power of life. And I am senselessly empty.