And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.

Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

The society based on production is only productive, not creative.

... one cannot be happy in exile or in oblivion. One cannot always be a stranger. I want to return to my homeland, make all my loved ones happy. I see no further than this.

The most loathsome materialism is not the kind people usually think of, but the sort that attempts to let dead ideas pass for living realities, diverting into sterile myths the stubborn and lucid attention we give to what we have within us that must forever die.

Retaliation is related to nature and instinct, not to law. Law, by definition, cannot obey the same rules as nature.