There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined.

To those who despair of everything reason cannot provide a faith, but only passion, and in this case it must be the same passion that lay at the root of the despair, namely humiliation and hatred.

When the body is sad, the heart languishes.

Peace is the only battle worth waging.

You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.

Thus each of us had to be content to live only for the day, alone under the vast indifference of the sky.

The look of success, when it is worn a certain way, would infuriate a jackass.