If I were in the unenviable position of having to study my work my points of departure would be the "Naught is more real ..." and the "Ubi nihil vales ..." both already in Murphy and neither very rational.

Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.

Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.

I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

Decidedly it will never have been given to me to finish anything, except perhaps breathing. One must not be greedy.

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

To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.