The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.

The fact that our task is exactly commensurate with our life gives it the appearance of being infinite.

The man in ecstasy and the man drowning: both raise their arms.

I wanted to escape the unrest, to shut out the voices around me and within me, so I write.

Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.

Idleness is the beginning of all vice, the crown of all virtues.

I am a cage, in search of a bird.