With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

Silence, yes, but what silence! For it is all very fine to keep silence, but one has also to consider the kind of silence one keeps.

Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most

Enough to know no knowing.

Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.

Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery.