Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

One is and remains a slave as long as one is not cured of hoping.

Hungarian Language — savage it may be but of a beauty that has nothing human about it, with sonorities of another universe, powerful and corrosive, appropriate to prayer, to groans and to tears, risen out of hell to perpetuate its accent and its aura…words of nectar and cyanide.

One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other.

Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself.

The true hero fights and dies in the name of his destiny, and not in the name of a belief.

What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on.