Time cools, time clarifies; no mood can be maintained quite unaltered through the course of hours.

He thought what a fine thing it was that people made music all over the world, even in the strangest settings – probably even on polar expeditions.

…What our age needs, what it demands, what it will create for itself, is—terror.

It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.

He who loves the more is the inferior and must suffer.

The books and magazines streamed in. He could buy them all, they piled up around him and even while he read, the number of those still to be read disturbed him. … they stood in rows, weighing down his life like a possession which he did not succeed in subordinating to his personality.