Human relationships always help us to carry on because they always presuppose further developments, a future - and also because we live as if our only task was precisely to have relationships with other people.

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.

Everybody knows life isn't worth living.

I have never been able to renounce the light, the pleasure of being, and the freedom in which I grew up.

Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep.

Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.

Travel, which is like a greater and a graver science, brings us back to ourselves.