You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past.

whenever they get a chance, never fear, people make you waste hours and months ... they use you as a wall to bounce their bullshit off of ... blah! and blah! and blahblahblah! ... you put up with it for an hour, you'll need two weeks to recover ... blah! blah!

The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.

Experience is a dim lamp, which only lights the one who bears it.

Philosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn't get you anywhere.

The best way to make a sort of peace, a fragile armistice to be sure, but precious all the same, with men, officers or not, is to let them bask and wallow in childish self-glorification. There’s no such thing as intelligent vanity. It’s an instinct. And you’ll never find a man who is not first and formenost vain. The role of admiring doormat is about the only one that one man is glad to tolerate in another. With these soldiers I had no need to tax my imagination.

To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose.