We are living in the era of premeditation and the perfect crime. Our criminals are no longer helpless children who could plead love as their excuse. On the contrary, they are adults and the have the perfect alibi: philosophy, which can be used for any purpose - even for transforming murderers into judges.

At one time or another all normal people have wished their loved ones were dead.

By definition, a government has no conscience. Sometimes it has a policy, but nothing more.

how hard it must be to live only with what one knows and what one remembers, cut off from what one hopes for!

At that time, I often thought that if I had had to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but look up at the sky flowing overhead, little by little I would have gotten used to it.

Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.

Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?