The more people I meet the happier I become.
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning.
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.