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The only way to survive in this world is by keeping alive our dream, without ever fulfilling it, since the fulfilment never measures up to what we ima...more

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In this metallic age of barbarians, only a relentless cultivation of our ability to dream, to analyse and to captivate can prevent our personality fro...more

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Great mysteries inhabit the threshold of my being.

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We, all who live, haveA life that is livedAnd another life that is thought,And the only life we haveIt's the one that is dividedIn right or wrong.

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I am nothing.I'll never be anything.I couldn't want to be something.Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.

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The only thing I’ve loved is nothing at all. The only thing I’ve desired is what I couldn’t even imagine. All I asked of life is that it go on by with...more

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The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are i...more

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At the end of this day there remains what remained yesterday and what will remain tomorrow: the insatiable, unquantifiable longing to be both the same...more

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I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting doe...more

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From so much self-revising, I’ve destroyed myself. From so much self-thinking, I’m now my thoughts and not I

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I had come from wondrous lands, from landscapes more enchanting than life, but only to myself did I ever mention these lands, and I said nothing about...more

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I'm almost convinced that I'm never awake. I'm not sure if I'm not in fact dreaming when I live, and living when I dream, or if dreaming and living ar...more

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Perhaps he still hopes. If there’s any justice in the Gods’ injustice, then may they let us keep our dreams, even when they’re impossible, and may our...more

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Is it that my habit of placing myself in the souls of other people makes me see myself as others see or would see me if they noticed my presence there...more

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My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I he...more