We have the divinity of our great misery. And our solitude, with its toilsome ideas, tears and laughter, is fatally divine.

It is not a woman I want - it is all women.

Let everything be remade on simple lines. There is only one people, there is only one people!

I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone.

I see too deep and too much.

All lovers in the world are alike: they fall in love by chance; they see each other, and are attached to each other by the features of their faces; they illuminate each other by the fierce preference which is akin to madness; they assert the reality of illusions; and for a moment they change falsehood into truth.

At the touch of mankind, things wear away with heartbreaking slowness.