My love for you tonight is so deep and tender that it seems to be outside myself as well.

I feel I must live alone, alone, alone - with artists only to touch the door. Every artist cuts off his ear and nails it on the outside of the door for the others to shout into.

Outside the sky is light with stars

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?

I want, by understanding myself, to understand others.

It is of immense importance to learn to laugh at ourselves.