My one fear is that tomorrow I may die without having come to know myself.

The presence of death annihilates all superstitions. We are the children of death, and it is death that rescues us from the deceptions of life. In the midst of life he calls us and summons us to him.

[Death is] the best asylum for pains and sorrows and troubles and the injustices of life.

My one fear is that tomorrow I may die without having come to know myself.

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

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!