People create the reality they need in order to discover themselves

It is fateful and ironic how the lie we need in order to live dooms us to a life that is never really ours.

Guilt results from unused life, from the unlived in us.

Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being.

The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there.

If everyone lives roughly the same lies about the same thing, there is no one to call them liars. They jointly establish their own sanity and themselves normal.

War is a sociological safety valve that cleverly diverts popular hatred for the ruling classes into a happy occasion to mutilate or kill foreign enemies.