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

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

I am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whistling arrows, my galloping horse. Always the sound of the same wave eating away at the world

But, in her life, nothing was going to happen. Such was the will of God! The future was a dark corridor, and at the far end the door was bolted.

On spinach: I dislike it, and am happy to dislike it because if I liked it I would eat it, and I cannot stand it.

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

Success is a consequence and must not be a goal. I've never sought it (though I desire it) and seek it less and less.