Not everyone can see the truth, but he can be it.

Man cannot live without a continuous confidence in something indestructible within himself.

How can one take delight in the world unless one flees to it for refuge?

Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave, I can't be dragged from my desk at night.

This noble body, equipped with everything necessary, almost to the point of bursting, also appeared to carry freedom around with it.

The whole visible world is perhaps nothing more than the rationalization of a man who wants to find peace for a moment.

There's no quiet place here on earth for our love, not in the village and not anywhere else, so I picture a grave, deep and narrow, in which we embrace as if clamped together, I bury my face against you, you yours against me, and no one will ever see us.