And so I will take back up my poor life, so plain and so tranquil, where phrases are adventures and the only flowers I gather aremetaphors.

What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in!

For some men, the stronger their desire, the more difficult it is for them to act.

I have patience in all things - as far as the antechamber.

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.

What an awful thing life is, isn’t it? It’s like soup with lots of hairs floating on the surface. You have to eat it nevertheless.

One mustn't always believe that feeling is everything. In the arts, it is nothing without form.