Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty.

And then came human beings; humans wanted to cling but there was nothing to cling to.

Who taught you all this, doctor?" The reply came promptly: "Suffering.

I hadn't understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' still had any meaning for me.

There are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.

The most eloquent eulogy of capitalism was made by its greatest enemy. Marx is only anti-capitalist in so far as capitalism is out of date.

Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.