In philosophy if you aren't moving at a snail's pace you aren't moving at all.

for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter.

evil soon makes tools out of those who don't hate it.

We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom

to be understood is not a human right. Even to understand oneself is not a human right.

It was like hunting fish with an underwater gun, a sport which he had once been foolish enough to try. At one moment there is the fish - graceful, mysterious, desirable and free - and the next moment there is nothing but struggling and blood and confusion.

Possibly, more people kill themselves and others out of hurt vanity than out of envy, jealousy, malice or desire for revenge.