Earth has its boundaries, but human stupidity is limitless.

Better to work for yourself alone. You do as you like and follow your own ideas, you admire yourself and please yourself: isn’t that the main thing? And then the public is so stupid. Besides, who reads? And what do they read? And what do they admire?

In her enthusiasms she had always looked for something tangible: she had always loved church for its flowers, music for its romantic words, literature for its power to stir the passions and she rebelled before the mysteries of faith just as she grew ever more restive under discipline, which was antipathetic to her nature.

The more you approach infinity, the deeper you penetrate terror

It is necessary to sleep upon the pillow of doubt.

There comes a point at which you stop writing and think all the more

Everything which one invents is true, be sure of it.