One day, I shall explode like an artillery shell and all my bits will be found on the writing table.

I am a man-pen. I feel through the pen, because of the pen.

Casting aspersions on those we love always does something to loosen our ties. We shouldn't maltreat our idols: the gilt comes off on our hands.

He dreamed of funeral love, but dreams crumble and the tomb abides

A superhuman will is needed in order to write, and I am only a man.

The future is the worst thing about the present.

One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.