The end of lower art is to please, the end of average art is to raise the top, the end of superior art is to free.
To feel today what one felt yesterday isn’t to feel – it’s to remember today what was felt yesterday, to be today’s living corpse of what yesterday was lived and lost.
I feel as if I’m always on the verge of waking up.
In order to understand, I destroyed myself.
I don’t know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don’t know what to think or what I am.
My past is everything I failed to be.
There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.
Wise is he who enjoys the show offered by the world.
If I write what I feel, it’s to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.
To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing. Be whole in everything.
No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it.
If you cannot live alone, you were born a slave.
There’s a non-existent peace in the uncertain quietness.
Lord, may the pain be ours, And the weakness that it brings, But at least give us the strength, Of not showing it to anyone!
But I am not perfect in my way of putting things Because I lack the divine simplicity Of being only what I appear to be.
There’s no regret more painful than the regret of things that never were.
We worship perfection because we can’t have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.
Everything is worthwhile if the soul is not small.
Stones in the road? I save every single one, and one day I’ll build a castle.
I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.