Psychology lures even most serious people into romancing, and quite unconsciously.

I don’t even know what I’m writing, I have no idea, I don’t know anything, and I’m not reading over it, and I’m not correcting my style, and I’m writing just for the sake of writing, just for the sake of writing more to you… My precious, my darling, my dearest!

Perhaps I really regard myself as an intelligent man only because throughout my entire life I've never been able to start or finish anything.

Without a clear perception of his reasons for living, man will never consent to live, and will rather destroy himself than tarry on earth, though he be surrounded with bread".

My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?

My friends, God is necessary for me if only because he is the one being who can be loved eternally.

How many ideas have there been in the history of man which were unthinkable ten years before they appeared?