I have no wisdom, no skills, and no faith but I received strength, it tears the world apart. I shall break, a heavy wave, against its shores and a young wave will cover my trace.

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

We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.

For a country without a past is nothing, a word That, hardly spoken, loses its meaning, A perishable wall destroyed by flame, An echo of animal emotions.

It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.

Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.

All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.