Loneliness is the price we have to pay for being born in this modern age, so full of freedom, independence, and our own egotistical selves.

The artist, even when he imitates nature, always feels himself to be not a slave but a demigod.

On a charcoal kiln a vine keeps climbing, while being burned to death.

Loneliness is the price we have to pay for being born in this modern age, so full of freedom, independence, and our own egotistical selves.

I believe that words uttered in passion contain a greater living truth than do those words which express thoughts rationally conceived. It is blood that moves the body. Words are not meant to stir the air only: they are capable of moving greater things.

From this observed behavior a major psychological truth about this race of forked destroyers may be deduced: that, just as nature abhors a vacuum, "mankind abhors equality."

Some say that life has no form, that it is extremely diffuse. I think I can agree with them. ... A life without conclusions is painful.