“Wherever poesie can be felt, all poetic touches are superfluous.”

“I was, I remember, nineteen years old, wrote poems, still wore no proper collar, ran out in the rain and snow, always woke up early in the morning, read Lenau, considered an overcoat a superfluous item, received a monthly salary of one hundred twenty-five francs and didn't know what to do with all that money.”

“Naturally I am of the deeply felt conviction that it is quite nice, quite lovely to be capable of enthusiam.”

“It doesn't take much to show love, but at some time or another in your, praise God, disastrous life you must have felt, honestly and simply, what love is and how love likes to behave.”

“Wallets can establish connections and change opinions. Things that fall apart can be glued back by money with astonishing alacrity.”

“You do see me crossing the meadowstiff and dead from the mist?I long for that home,that home I've never had,and without any hopethat I'll ever be able to reach it.For such a home, never touched,I carry that longing that willnever die, like that meadow diesstiff and dead from the mist.You do see me crossing it, full of dread?”

“How uninteresting interesting things can become.”