Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

Navigating by the compass in a sea of clouds over Spain is all very well, it is very dashing, but - you want to remember that below the sea of clouds lies eternity.

When one wishes to play the wit, he sometimes wander a little from the truth.

It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.

Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit.

But games always cover something deep and intense, else there would be no excitement in them, no pleasure, no power to stir us.