It was the only way to progress, to stop.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

Poets are the sense, philosophers­­ the intelligence­­ of humanity.

Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.

If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.

For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.

It was the only way to progress, to stop.