The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.

Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.

Evil grows and bears fruit, which is understandable, because it has logic and probability on its side and also, of course, strength. The resistance of tiny kernels of good, to which no one grants the power of causing far-reaching consequences, is entirely mysterious, however. Such seeming nothingness not only lasts but contains within itself enormous energy which is revealed gradually.

It's true that what is morbid is highly valued today, and so you may think that I am only joking or that I've devised just one more means of praising Art with the help of irony.

Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting.

Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.

Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.