We do not wish to say only that a man is responsible for his own individuality, but that he is responsible for that of all men.

My thought is me: that is why I cannot stop thinking. I exist because I think I cannot keep from thinking.

Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.

I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away.

Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.

People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?

There are two types of poor people, those who are poor together and those who are poor alone. The first are the true poor, the others are rich people out of luck.