It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.

Every word first looks around in every direction before letting itself be written down by me.

The ulterior motives with which you absorb and assimilate Evil are not your own but those of Evil.

I'm thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.

Always first draw fresh breath after outbursts of vanity and complacency.

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.

It's impossible to defend oneself in the absence of goodwill