I believe I'm a caterpillar buried deep down under the ground. The entire earth is above me, crushing me and I begin to bore through the soil, making a passage to the surface so that I can penetrate the crust and issue into the light. It's hard work boring through the entire earth, but I'm able to be patient because I have a strong premonition that as soon as I do issue into the light I shall become a butterfly.

Good Lord, how can the rich bear to die?

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

By believing passionately in that which doesn't exist, you create it and that which has not been sufficiently desired is what we call the non existent.

Once more there sounded within me the terrible warning that there is only one life for all men, that there is only one life for all men, that there is no other and that all that can be enjoyed must be enjoyed here. In eternity no other chance will be given to us.

Time is round, and it rolls quickly.

All those who actually live the mysteries of life haven't the time to write, and all those who have the time don't live them! D'you see?