“A slight blow for me: a telegram from Paris, informing me that an old uncle of mine (…) is arriving tomorrow evening. It is a blow because it will take time and I need all the time I have and a thousand times more than all the time I have and most of all I’d like to have all the time there is just for you, for thinking about you, for breathing in you. My apartment is making me restless, the evenings are making me restless, I’d like to be someplace different and I’d prefer it if the office didn’t exist at all; but then I think that I deserve to be hit in the face for speaking beyond the present moment, this moment, which belongs to you.” (6 July 1920) Letters To Milena

Why is it that the stupidest people are always the most good-natured? Beware of Pity

It is better by assenting to truth to conquer opinion, than by assenting to opinion to be conquered by truth. Fragment

Business, you know, may bring money, but friendship hardly ever does. Emma