One's fantasy goes for a walk and returns with a bride.

You could not pity anything if you weren't a man; pity was a surprise to God. It was not his invention.

A man is an island in the only sense that matters, not an easy way to be. We live in mystery, a cosmos of separate lonely bodies, men, insects, stars. It is all loneliness and men know it best.

Where to look if you've lost your mind?

Of course it would cost something, but he was an expert in cutting corners; and when there were no more corners left he would make circles rounder.

It's one thing for a man not to know, not to have learned; it's another not to be able to live by what one does know.

Those who write about life, reflect about life. you see in others who you are.