And there is not anything in the world stronger than tenderness.

All humans are frightened of their own solitude. But only in solitude can we learn to know ourselves, learn to handle our own eternal aloneness.

I really can't hate more than 5 or 10 years. Wouldn't it be terrible to be always burdened with those primary emotions you had at one time?

It is the illusion of all lovers to think themselves unique and their words immortal.

One should never condemn what one cannot understand.

People never think about words, they only feel them.

The rice bowl is to me the most valid reason in the world for doing anything. A piece of one's soul to the multitudes in return for rice and wine does not seem to me a sacrilege.