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

I would like to become tolerant without overlooking anything, persecute no one even when all people persecute me; become better without noticing it; become sadder, but enjoy living; become more serene, be happy in others; belong to no one, grow in everyone; love the best, comfort the worst; not even hate myself anymore.

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

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.

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

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

There emanates from superlatives a destructive force.