"Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are."

"To know nothing about yourself is to live. To know yourself badly is to think."

"We worship perfection because we can't have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect."

"Look, there's no metaphysics on earth like chocolates."

"I've never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life."

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

"The value of things is not the time they last, but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people!"

"I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided."

"I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me."

"I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up."

"If you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them."

"It is not life that's complicated, it's the struggle to guide and control life."

"Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots, Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup,"

"Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death."

"She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine."

"A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two."

"Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me"

"But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine."

"How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line"

"Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line...."

"When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most"

"A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down."

"And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea."

"When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more."