I write for myself, and perhaps for half a dozen friends. And that should be enough. And that might improve the quality of my writing. But if I were writing for thousands of people, then I would write what might please them. And as I know nothing about them, and maybe I'd have a rather low opinion of them, I don't think that would do any good to my work.

I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.

The sea is an idiom I cannot decipher.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

I, who have been so many men in vain, want to be one man, myself alone. From out of a whirlwind the voice of God replied: I am not, either. I dreamed the world the way you dreamed your work, my Shakespeare: one of the forms of my dream was you, who, like me, are many and one.

In all fiction, when a man is faced with alternatives he chooses one at the expense of others.

The machinery of the world is far too complex for the simplicity of men.