It seems, in fact, as though the second half of a man's life is made up of nothing, but the habits he has accumulated during the first half.

Reason and Knowledge have always played a secondary, subordinate, auxiliary role in the life of peoples, and this will always be the case. A people is shaped and driven forward by an entirely different kind of force, one which commands and coerces them and the origin of which is obscure and inexplicable despite the reality of its presence.

We have all lost touch with life, we all limp, each to a greater or lesser degree.

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.

I think that if one is faced by inevitable destruction -- if a house is falling upon you, for instance -- one must feel a great longing to sit down, close one's eyes and wait, come what may . . .

It's the moon that makes it so still, weaving some mystery.

God knows what lives in me in place of me.