A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.
Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.
It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.
In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius.
Tolerance becomes a crime when applied to evil.
Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden.
Laughter is a sunbeam of the soul.
No man remains quite what he was when he recognizes himself.
War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.