I don't let myself get carried away by my own ideas; I abandon 19 out of 20 of them every day.
I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way.
A true personality . . . is like a robust organism that, with unconscious sureness, seeks out and digests the nourishment appropriate to it and vigorously rejects that which is unsuitable.
Destiny smiles upon me but without making me the least bit happier.
God can only be comprehended as Love.
The call of love sounds very hollow among these immobile rocks.