Everyone, he went on, speaks a language he does not understand, but which now and then is understood by others. That is enough to permit one to exist and at least to be misunderstood.

We Can Only Exist By Taking Our Minds Off The Fact That We Exist

The only friends I have are the dead who have bequeathed their writings to me — I have no others.

I did not want to be anything, and naturally I did not want to turn myself into a mere profession: all I ever wanted was to be myself.

Very often we write down a sentence too early, then another too late; what we have to do is write it down at the proper time, otherwise it's lost.

The study of sickness is the most poetic of the sciences.

Women were like rivers, their banks were unreachable, the night often rang with the cries of the drowned.