Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.

Two tasks at the beginning of your life: to narrow your orbit more and more, and ever and again to check whether you are not in hiding somewhere outside your orbit.

Anything that has real and lasting value is always a gift from within.

Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.

Life's splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come.

Writing means revealing oneself to excess.

Evil is whatever distracts.