To have opinions is to sell out to yourself. To have no opinion is to exist. To have every opinion is to be a poet.

There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.

Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.

My past is everything I failed to be.

If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.

Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!

I realize that I was all error and deviation, that I never lived, that I existed only in so far as I filled time with consciousness and thought.

With slight misconceptions of reality we fabricate our hopes and beliefs, and we live off crusts that we call cakes, like poor children who make-believe they’re happy.

From so much self-revising, I’ve destroyed myself. From so much self-thinking, I’m now my thoughts and not I

At the end of this day there remains what remained yesterday and what will remain tomorrow: the insatiable, unquantifiable longing to be both the same and other.

Sickness occurs when we desire what we need and what’s desirable with equal intensity, suffering our lack of perfection as if we were suffering for lack of bread.

My heart is filled with great joy.I am so thankful to God for miraculously saving my life.

Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.

Well, one gets out of bed and the planets don't always hiss or muck up the day, each day.

I would like to work with whoever would like to have me.

I am called The richest monarch in the Christian world; The sun in my dominion never sets.

It is ... marvellous ... to have a period of apparent fanaticism. No obstacle can discourage you. The single vision of your quest obscures defeat and lifts you over mountainous difficulties.

So, my advice to young scientists is, think critically about your work; probably don't blab unnecessarily.

I think life's an irrational obsession.

Don't let the clothes or anyone define you...just be yourself whether in a pair of jeans or a ball gown.

Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.