Brave people may be persuaded to an action by representing it as being more dangerous than it really is.

Love matches, so called, have illusion for their father and need for their mother.

I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday. When I ascend I often jump over steps, and no step forgives me that.

“Evil men have no songs.” How is it, then, that the Russians have songs?

Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.

We have arranged for ourselves a world in which we can live - by positing bodies, lines, planes, causes and effects, motion and rest, form and content; without these articles of faith nobody could now endure life. But that does not prove them. Life is no argument. The conditions of life might include error.

It is the evening that questions thus from within me.