If there was no death, everyone would wish for it.

The sign of our time is that the dignity of the human personality has no place: the age is, as are its laws, impersonal, its heart as of stone... . Yet on arrest, in the name of these laws, we die like dogs, neither executioner nor victim making a sound. Because he has to gasp for air all his life, panting for breath is the man of today's only way out.

I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhaps I never had a star.

Ugh! How many stories about love, copulation, marriage and death already exist, not one of which tells the truth! How sick I am of well-constructed plots and brilliant writing!

I write only for my shadow which is cast on the wall in front of the light. I must introduce myself to it.

I have finally learned that I must remain silent as much as possible. I must always keep my thoughts to myself.

In life there are certain sores which, like a kind of canker, slowly erode the soul in solitude.