You are so vulnerably haunting. Your eeriness is terrifyingly irresistible.

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.

One must not cheat anyone, not even the world of its victory.

Tyranny or slavery, born of selfishness, are the two educational methods of parents; all gradations of tyranny or slavery.

Idleness is the beginning of all vice, the crown of all virtues.

You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

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