If the facts don't fit the theory$$$ change the facts.

I felt like poisoning a monk.

When the writer (or the artist in general) says he has worked without giving any thought to the rules of the process$$$ he simply means he was working without realizing he knew the rules.

True learning must not be content with ideas$$$ which are$$$ in fact$$$ signs$$$ but must discover things in their individual truth.

Daytime sleep is like the sin of the flesh; the more you have the more you want$$$ and yet you feel unhappy$$$ sated and unsated at the same time.

Listening doesn't mean trying to understand. Anything$$$ however trifling$$$ may be of use one day. What matters is to know something that others don't know you know.

So soon as a fashion is universal$$$ it is out of date.

I find that when I am actually writing$$$ I enter a zone of concentration too small to admit my troubles.

Start. Don't look back. If at the end it doesn't meet your hopes$$$ start again. Now you know more about your hopes.

There are no guarantees. But there is also nothing to fear. We come from oblivion when we are born. We return to oblivion when we die. The astonishing thing is this period of in-between.