Big tears of frustration and exhaustion were streaming down his cheeks. But because of all the wrinkles, they weren't dripping off. They spread out and ran together again, leaving a watery film over his ruined face.

I love life - that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.

What on earth prompted you to take a hand in this?" "I don't know. My… my code of morals, perhaps." "Your code of morals. What code, if I may ask?" "Comprehension.

Modern conquerors can kill, but do not seem to be able to create. Artists know how to create but cannot really kill. Murderers are only very exceptionally found among artists.

But the world itself has no reason, and I can say so, I who have experienced it all, from the creation to the destruction.

Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.

The struggle to the top alone will make a human heart SWELL.