There are evils that have the ability to survive identification and go on for ever... money, for instance, or war.

Any artist should be grateful for a naive grace which puts him beyond the need to reason elaborately.

I mean you have been disappointed in love, but don't you know how many things there are to be disappointed in besides love? You are lucky to be still disappointed in love. Later it may be even more terrible.

In an age of madness, to expect to be untouched by madness is a form of madness. But the pursuit of sanity can be a form of madness, too

I love solitude, but I prize it most when plenty of company is available.

One way or another the no doubt mad idea entered my mind that my own actions had historic importance and this fantasy (?) made it appear that people who harmed me were interfering with an important experiment.

One must bear in mind the odd angle or slant that the rays of love have to take in order to reach a heart like mine.