Gamblers And Lovers Really Play To Lose.

No One Can Go On Being A Rebel Too Long Without Turning Into An Autocrat.

I'm Trying To Die Correctly, But It's Very Difficult, You Know.

A Diary Is The Last Place To Go If You Wish To Seek The Truth About A Person. Nobody Dares To Make The Final Confession To Themselves On Paper: Or At Least, Not About Love.

Art Like Life Is An Open Secret.

I Am Quite Alone. I Am Neither Happy Nor Unhappy; I Lie Suspended Like A Hair Or A Feather In The Cloudy Mixtures Of Memory.