I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more

What's happened to me,' he thought. It was no dream.

I like to make use of what I know

I do not see the world at all; I invent it.

The mediation by the serpent was necessary. Evil can seduce man, but cannot become man.

Books are a narcotic.

For words are magical formulae. They leave finger marks be hind on the brain, which in the twinkling of an eye become the footprints of history. One ought to watch one' s every word.