Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.

The only sin is the sin of being born.

Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.

When the object is perceived as particular and unique and not merely the member of a family, when it appears independent of any general notion and detached from the sanity of a cause, isolated and inexplicable in the light of ignorance, then and only then may it be a source of enchantment.

Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.