It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.

I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.

memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood - or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.

Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.

Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.