It will all go on as long as women are stupid enough to go on bringing men into the world. . .

A happy childhood is perhaps the most-fortunate gift in life.

Night is torment. That is why people go to sleep. To avoid clear sight and torment.

Real speech can only come from complete silence. Incomplete silence is as fussy as deliberate conversation.

Deep down in everyone was sorrow and certainty.

In the midst of the happiness they brought there was always a lurking shadow. The shadow of incompatibility; of the impossibility of being at once bound and free. The garden breeds a longing for the wild; the wild a homesickness for the garden.

Life ought to be lived on a basis of silence, where truth blossoms.