In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.

A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.

Behind me there are already so many memories (...) Lots of memories, but no point in remembering them, and ahead of me a long, long road with nothing to aim for ... I just don't want to go along it.

Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.

Belonging to oneself--the whole essence of life lies in that.

I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor's nature.

I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.