Death Is Just Infinity Closing In.

There Is A Concept Which Corrupts And Upsets All Others. I Refer Not To Evil, Whose Limited Realm Is That Of Ethics; I Refer To The Infinite.

The Machinery Of The World Is Far Too Complex For The Simplicity Of Men.

When I Write, I Do It Urged By An Intimate Necessity. I Don't Have In Mind An Exclusive Public, Or A Public Of Multitudes, I Don't Think In Either Thing. I Think About Expressing What I Want To Say. I Try To Do It In The Simplest Way Possible.

The Future Is As Irrevocable As An Inflexible Yesterday.

Fame Is A Form, Perhaps The Worst Form, Of Incomprehension.