Love is a drama of contradictions.
Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
It's impossible to defend oneself in the absence of goodwill
I am a retiring, silent, unsociable, and discontent person.
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.
The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. Only after death, only in solitude, does a man’s true nature emerge. In death, as on the chimney sweep’s Saturday night, the soot gets washed from his body.