Sadness is also a kind of defence.

Forgetfulness heals everything and song is the most beautiful manner of forgetting, for in song man feels only what he loves.

What does your sorrow do while you sleep? -It’s awake and waiting. And when it loses patience, it wakes me up.

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.

It seems to me, that if people only knew how hard it was for me to endure life, they would find it easier to forgive me for all the wrong things I’ve done and all the good things that I have failed to do. And they would still find a little compassion within them to pity me.

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

What can and doesn't have to be always, at the end, surrenders to something that has to be.