Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.

Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.

Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, read more

Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness.

Given that external reality is a fiction, the writer's role is almost superfluous. He does not need to invent the read more

Given that external reality is a fiction, the writer's role is almost superfluous. He does not need to invent the fiction because it is already there.

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows read more

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.

People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about.

People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about.

Every day you waste is one you can never make up.

Every day you waste is one you can never make up.

I have a feeling this is destiny. [On the eve of her third marriage].

I have a feeling this is destiny. [On the eve of her third marriage].

Take care in your minutes, and the hours will take care of themselves.

Take care in your minutes, and the hours will take care of themselves.

It's how we spend our time here and now, that really matters. If you are fed up with the way read more

It's how we spend our time here and now, that really matters. If you are fed up with the way you have come to interact with time, change it.