“Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.”

Invisible things are the only realities.

Leave my loneliness unbroken.

Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.

Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.

Happiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge.

From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.

The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.

Even in the grave, all is not lost.

There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.

I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.

A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.

It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.

Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.

Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded.

If people are their deepest thoughts and darkest secrets, I’m convinced that no one really knows anybody.

Advertising is the art of convincing people to spend money they don’t have for something they don’t need.

Be strong in who you are and, don’t let the actions of another convince you that you are not good enough.

My view of life is, that it’s next to impossible to convince anybody of anything.

The older I get, the more convinced I am that the space between people who are trying their best to understand each other is hallowed ground.

A leader, once convinced a particular course of action is the right one, must have the determination to stick with it and be undaunted when the going gets tough.

None believes in his own death. In the unconscious everyone is convinced of his own immortality.

In the depths of my heart I can’t help being convinced that my dear fellow-men, with a few exceptions, are worthless.