Life cannot be lived in whatever way.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Si fractus illabatur orbis, impavidum ferient ruinae.

But here steps in Satan, the eternal rebel, the first freethinker and the emancipator of worlds. He makes man ashamed of his bestial ignorance and obedience; he emancipates him, stamps upon his brow the seal of liberty and humanity, in urging him to disobey and eat of the fruit of knowledge.

My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

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

A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition.

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.