Toda Idea, Al Fin Y Al Cabo,

Very Often We Write Down A Sentence Too Early, Then Another Too Late; What We Have To Do Is Write It Down At The Proper Time, Otherwise It's Lost.

I Would Be The Unhappiest Person Imaginable, Confronted Daily With Disastrous Works Crying Out With Errors, Imprecision, Carelessness, Amateurishness. I Avoided This Punishment By Destroying Them, I Thought, And Suddenly I Took Great Pleasure In The Word Destroying.

We Can Only Exist By Taking Our Minds Off The Fact That We Exist

The Only Friends I Have Are The Dead Who Have Bequeathed Their Writings To Me — I Have No Others.

Only When I Am By Seawater Can I Truly Breathe, To Say Nothing Of My Ability To Think.