No One Can Enjoy Freedom Without Trembling.

I Foresee The Day When We Shall Read Nothing But Telegrams And Prayers.

The Deepest And Most Organic Death Is Death In Solitude, When Even Light Becomes A Principle Of Death. In Such Moments You Will Be Severed From Life, From Love, Smiles, Friends And Even From Death. And You Will Ask Yourself If There Is Anything Besides The Nothingness Of The World And Your Own Nothingness.

What Are You Waiting For In Order To Give Up?

What Is Pity But The Vice Of Kindness.

How Easy It Is To Be "deep": All You Have To Do Is Let Yourself Sink Into Your Own Flaws.