What The Public Criticizes In You, Cultivate.

Without Opium, Plans, Marriages And Journeys Appear To Me Just As Foolish As If Someone Falling Out Of A Window Were To Hope To Make Friends With The Occupants Of The Room Before Which He Passes.

Lack Of Manners Is The Sign Of A Hero.

We Only Serve As A Model For The Portrait Of Our Fame.

Here I Am Trying To Live, Or Rather, I Am Trying To Teach The Death Within Me How To Live.

After You Have Written A Thing And You Reread It, There Is Always The Temptation To Fix It Up, To Improve It, To Remove Its Poison, Blunt Its Sting.