The harshest winter finds an invincible summer in us.
The more I produce, the less I am certain. On the road along which the artist walks, night falls ever more densely. Finally, he dies blind.
A lot of jobs don't allow you to be who you are. There is dignity in work only when it is work freely accepted.
There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.
When the body is sad, the heart languishes.
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.