Occupation: Writer Birth: February 17, 1903 Death: April 9, 1951
What relationship could exist between the lives of the fools and healthy rabble who were well, who slept well, who performed the sexual act well, who….
In life there are certain sores which, like a kind of canker, slowly erode the soul in solitude..
The presence of death annihilates all superstitions. We are the children of death, and it is death that rescues us from the deceptions of life. In th….
My one fear is that tomorrow I may die without having come to know myself..
The sign of our time is that the dignity of the human personality has no place: the age is, as are its laws, impersonal, its heart as of stone... . Y….
I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhaps I never had a star..
Ugh! How many stories about love, copulation, marriage and death already exist, not one of which tells the truth! How sick I am of well-constructed p….
Only death does not lie..
I write only for my shadow which is cast on the wall in front of the light. I must introduce myself to it..
[Death is] the best asylum for pains and sorrows and troubles and the injustices of life..
I have finally learned that I must remain silent as much as possible. I must always keep my thoughts to myself..
If there was no death, everyone would wish for it..