“If only I could master that demon of procrastination that goes about like a roaring lion and devours all my good intentions, I should become the most punctual man in the world.”

I’m plotting revolution against this lie that the majority has a monopoly of the truth. What are these truths that always bring the majority rallying round? Truths so elderly they are practically senile. And when a truth is as old as that, gentlemen, you can hardly tell it from a lie.

The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone.

I go to scale the Future’s possibilities! Farewell!

That is the accursed thing about small surroundings — they make the soul small.

Home life ceases to be free and beautiful as soon as it is founded on borrowing and debt.

A thousand words can’t make the mark a single deed will leave.

It is no use lying to one’s self.

Everything I touch seems destined to turn into something mean and farcical.

I don’t imagine you will dispute the fact that at present the stupid people are in an absolutely overwhelming majority all the world over.

Do you know what we are those of us who count as pillars of society? We are society’s tools, neither more nor less.

The majority is always wrong; the minority is rarely right.

Each bird must sing with his own throat.

I am in revolt against the age-old lie that the majority is always right.

Everything that I have written is closely related to something that I have lived through.

Bigger things than the State will fall, all religion will fall.

Poetry is to hold judgment on your soul.

It’s never the right time to take a particular stand.

To create is, first and foremost, to create time.

My phone is always in front of me, 24/7.

That which we remember is, more often than not, that which we would like to have been; or that which we hope to be. Thus our memory and our identity are ever at odds; our history ever a tale told by inattentive idealists.

I was taught a very strong work ethic that included punctuality, which I’ve always felt is a sign of respect for others.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.