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
Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ... but not for us.
Man cannot live without a continuous confidence in something indestructible within himself.