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.

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

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

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.

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

Sadness is also a kind of defence.