Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don't like to joke.

I've reached the age of self-knowledge, so I don't know anything. People who claim that they know something are responsible for most of the fuss in the world.

There's simply too much fuss about myself.

Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison. I am near, too near for him to dream of me.

Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.

Poets yearn, of course, to be published, read, and understood, but they do little, if anything, to set themselves above the common herd and the daily grind.