No spoon has yet destroyed a mouth, but the knife of war cuts portions that are hard to swallow. Perhaps the big mouths of the privileged are able to cope with them, but they dull the teeth of the little people and ruin their stomachs.

A love that dies has never lived.

This searching and doubting and vacillating where nothing is clear but the arrogance of quest. I, too, had such noble ideas when I was still a boy.

Disregard for the consequences and for right and wrong nowadays passes as energy.

Genius differs from talent not by the amount of original thoughts, but by making the latter fertile and by positioning them properly, in other words, by integrating everything into a whole, whereas talent produces only fragments, no matter how beautiful.

You can make the best of it and be content, or you can complain, it makes no difference. What does it matter that human beings judge the things that exist?

Trying to conceal a crime is like burying a seed in the ground.