There is no such thing as an ugly language. Today I hear every language as if it were the only one, and when I hear of one that is dying, it overwhelms me as though it were the death of the earth.

His head is made of stars, but not yet arranged into constellations.

It is important what a man still plans at the end. It shows the measure of injustice in his death.

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

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

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

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