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

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

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

Sadness is also a kind of defence.

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.

I gave in to life. I was not defeated but outplayed.

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