A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss.

The true poet for me is a priest. As soon as he dons the cassock, he must leave his family.

The style, which is something I take to heart, is getting on my nerves horribly. It frustrates and torments me. I have days when Iam sick about it and nights when it gives me a fever. The more I go at it the more I find myself incapable of conveying the Idea.

In my view, the novelist has no right to express his opinions on the things of this world. In creating, he must imitate God: do his job and then shut up.

I detest my fellow-beings and do not feel that I am their fellow at all

God is only a word dreamed up to explain the world

Woman is a vulgar animal from whom man has created an excessively beautiful ideal.