I'm so misunderstood that people misunderstand me even when I tell them I'm misunderstood.

No one is so terribly deceived as he who does not himself suspect it.

A man who cannot seduce men cannot save them either.

Only one deception is possible in the infinite sense, self-deception.

You should therefore say: alone in one's boat, alone with one's care, alone with one's despair, which one is craven enough to want rather to keep than submit to the pain of being healed.

Do it or don't do it - you will regret both.

What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.