They entered there into the unconscious philosophy of the town; that life was an incomprehensible marvel, since it was incessantly wasted and spent, yet none the less it lasted and endured 'like the bridge on the Drina'.

Searching for what I need, and I don't even know precisely what that is, I was going from a man to a man, and I saw that all of them together have less than me who has nothing, and that I left to each of them a bit of that what I don't have and I've been searching for.

There is no rule without revolts and conspiracies, even as there is no property without work and worry.

That wild beast which lives in man and does not dare to show itself until the barriers of law and custom have been removed, was now set free.

What doesn't hurt - is not life; what doesn't pass - is not happiness.

If people would know how little brain is ruling the world, they would die of fear.

Of everything that man erects and builds in his urge for living nothing is in my eyes better and more valuable than bridges. They are more important than houses, more sacred than shrines. Belonging to everyone and being equal to everyone, useful, always built with a sense, on the spot where most human needs are crossing, they are more durable than other buildings and they do not serve for anything secret or bad.