Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?

I never trust people with no appetite. It's like they're always holding something back on you.

Each of us possesses a tangible living soul. The system has no such thing. We must not allow the system to exploit us.

I'll be happy if running and I can grow old together.

An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.

But this thing, whatever it was, this mistlike something, hung there inside my body like a certain kind of potential. I wanted to give it a name, but the word refused to come to mind. I’m terrible at finding the right words for things. I’m sure Tolstoy would have been able to come up with exactly the right word

Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely.