There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.
I ask every thinking man to show me what remains of life.
A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.
Conceive a canvas for a lyrical or fairytale buffoonery, for a pantomime, and translate it into a serious novel. Drown everything in an abnormal and dreamy atmosphere, - in the atmosphere of the great days. - It must be something soothing, - even serene in its passion. - Regions of pure Poetry.
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!
Eindelijk! De tirannie van het menselijk gelaat is verdwenen en ik zal alleen nog maar door mijzelf lijden.