It is not from top to bottom that societies die; it is from bottom to top.
Love requited is a short circuit.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
That's the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself, whereas life alone is enough.
Perhaps that's what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that's what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I'm neither one side nor the other, I'm in the middle, I'm the partition, I've two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that's what I feel, myself vibrating, I'm the tympanum, on the one hand the mind, on the other the world, I don't belong to either.
If you're afraid to die, you will not be able to live.
New York has more hermits than will be found in all the forests, mountains and deserts of the United States.
Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.
The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the kite the covered hook.