I hate everything that does not relate to literature, conversations bore me (even if they relate to literature), to visit people bores me, the sorrows and joys of my relatives bore me to the very soul. Conversation takes the importance, the seriousness, the truth, out of everything I think.

One of the most effective means of seduction that Evil has is the challenge to struggle. It is like the struggle with women, whichends in bed. A married man's true deviations from the path of virtue are, rightly understood, never gay.

There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.

The fact that our task is exactly commensurate with our life gives it the appearance of being infinite.

You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away.