My genius is in my nostrils.

The melancholia of everything completed!

The same relation exists between merchant and pirate, who for a long period are one and the same person: where the one function appears to them inadvisable, they exercise the other.

Man must become better and more evil.

But it is the same with man as with the tree. The more he seeketh to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthward, downward, into the dark and deep — into the evil.

The errors of great men are venerable because they are more fruitful than the truths of little men.

I need solitude, which is to say, recovery, return to my self, the breath of a free, light, playful air.