Like tired dogs they stand there, because they use up all their strength in remaining upright in one's memory.

It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgement by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.

This perversion of the truth, familiar to the artist though it was, always unnerved him afresh and proved too much for him. What was a consequence of the premature ending of his fast was here presented as the cause of it! To fight against this lack of understanding, against a whole world of nonunderstanding, was impossible.

Nervous states of the worst sort control me without pause. Everything that is not literature bores me and I hate it. I lack all aptitude for family life except, at best, as an observer. I have no family feeling and visitors make me almost feel as though I were maliciously being attacked.

Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms.

and in that recurring dream, I found myself trapped in some sort of gigantic game of which I was unfamiliar with the rules; lost in a labyrinthine town of dark and damp, criss-crossing streets, ambiguous characters of uncertain authority having no idea of why I was there nor what I had to do, and where the first sign of the beginning of understanding was the wish to die.

Utterance does not in principle mean a weakening of conviction--that would not be anything to be deplored--but a weakness of conviction.