As long as I can make them laugh, it doesn’t matter how, I’ll be alright. If I succeed in that, the human beings probably won’t mind it too much if I remain outside their lives. The one thing I must avoid is becoming offensive in their eyes: I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.

Then what's a synonym for woman?" "Entrails." "You're not very poetic, are you? Well, then, what's the antonym for entrails?" "Milk.

What uneasiness lies in being loved.

To be a friend of the weak-that is the artist's point of departure as well as his ultimate goal.

I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.

Scoundrels [...] simply don't die. The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people. [...] Scoundrels live a long time. The beautiful die young.

Now even if I die, no one will be so grieved as to do himself bodily harm.