There it is: I am gently slipping into the water's depths, towards fear.

All human actions are equivalent... and all are on principle doomed to failure.

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.

Every age has its own poetry; in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

My pessimism has never been flabby.

We must act out passion before we can feel it.