He who is obsessed by death is made guilty by it.

Whether or not God is dead: it is impossible to keep silent about him who was there for so long.

Adults find pleasure in deceiving a child. They consider it necessary, but they also enjoy it. The children very quickly figure it out and then practice deception themselves.

A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.

All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

Travelling, one accepts everything; indignation stays at home. One looks, one listens, one is roused to enthusiasm by the most dreadful things because they are new. Good travellers are heartless.

Someone who always has to lie discovers that every one of his lies is true