Nature is the difference between the soul and God.

I take with me the conscience of defeat as a victory banner.

I'm a man for whom the outside world is an inner Reality.

I've always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect

Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

Between me and life is a faint glass. No matter how sharply I see and understand life, I cannot touch it.

A being who, as I grew older, lost imagination, emotion, a type of intelligence, a way of feeling things - all that which, while it made me sorry, did not horrify me. But what am I experiencing when I read myself as if I were someone else? On which bank am I standing if I see myself in the depths?