"I burned with wine and memory of the dark eyes—I was intense and talked to Fru L of love and pleasure."

"I was walking along the road with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire abo…"

"My afflictions belong to me and my art - they have become one with me. Without illness and anxiety, I would have been a rudderless ship."

"To die is as if one's eyes had been put out and one cannot see anything any more. Perhaps it is like being shut in a cellar. One is abandoned by all. They have slammed the door and are gone. One does …"

"The sea – it is as incomprehensible as existence – it is incomprehensible as death – as eternal as longing."