To hold our tongues when everyone is gossiping, to smile without hostility at people and institutions, to compensate for the shortage of love in the world with more love in small, private matters; to be more faithful in our work, to show greater patience, to forgo the cheap revenge obtainable from mockery and criticism: all these are things we can do.

Without a mother, one cannot love. Without a mother, one cannot die.

The highest art... sets down its creations and trusts in their magic, without fear of not being understood.

Is not every life, every work fine?

People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest. It was a scandal that a breed of fearless and sinister people ran around freely, so they attached a nickname and a myth to these people to get even with them, to make up for the many times they had felt afraid.

Chaos demands to be recognized and experienced before letting itself be converted into a new order.

I have always thirsted for knowledge, I have always been full of questions.