The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.

First impressions are always unreliable.

Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms.

The truth is always an abyss.

Paths are made by walking

The purpose of a story is to be an axe that breaks up the ice within us.

His biggest misgiving came from his concern about the loud crash that was bound to occur and would probably create, if not terror, at least anxiety behind all the doors. But that would have to be risked.