His head is made of stars, but not yet arranged into constellations.
A child. . . opens and closes like a blossom.
It is important what a man still plans at the end. It shows the measure of injustice in his death.
Every decision is liberating, even if it leads to disaster.
Pessimists are not boring. Pessimists are right. Pessimists are superfluous.
When you write down your life, every page should contain something no one has ever heard about