Whenever you observe an animal closely, you feel as if a human being sitting inside were making fun of you.

A child. . . opens and closes like a blossom.

I cannot become modest; too many things burn in me; the old solutions are falling apart; nothing has been done yet with the new ones. So I begin, everywhere at once, as if I had a century ahead of me.

Everything one records contains a grain of hope, no matter how deeply it may come from despair.

Pessimists are not boring. Pessimists are right. Pessimists are superfluous.

Whenever you observe an animal closely, you feel as if a human being sitting inside were making fun of you.

People love as self-recognition what they hate as an accusation.