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.

There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.

She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

It is always easy to be logical. It is almost impossible to be logical to the bitter end.

The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.

As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.