The attempt to devote oneself to literature alone is a most deceptive thing and often paradoxically it is literature that suffers for it.
Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren't in fact sad guardians of the meaning of...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
