Only he who is uncompromising as to his rights maintains the sense of duty.

His own faith, however, was not lacking in virtues since it consisted in acknowledging obscurely that he would be granted much without ever deserving anything.

To begin with, poor people´s memory is less nourished than that of a rich; it has fewer landmarks in space because they seldom leave the place where they live, and fewer reference points in time throughtout lives that are grey and featureless.

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

On the ridge where the great artist moves forward, every step is an adventure, an extreme risk. In that risk, however, and only there, lays the freedom of Art.

The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all.

I felt as though I was partly unlearning what i had never learned and yet knew so well: I mean, how to live.