One can fall in love and still hate.

The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he's in prison.

I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow.

You pass by a little child, you pass by, spiteful, with ugly words, with wrathful heart; you may not have noticed the child, but he has seen you, and your image, unseemly and ignoble, may remain in his defenseless heart. You don't know it, but you may have sown an evil seed in him and it may grow, and all because you were not careful before the child, because you did not foster in yourself a careful, actively benevolent love.

I never have frustrations. The reason is to wit: Of at first I don't succeed, I quit!

It's the moon that makes it so still, weaving some mystery.

But man is so addicted to systems and to abstract conclusions that he is prepared deliberately to distort the truth, to close his eyes and ears, but justify his logic at all cost.