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

They looked at the paper and saw nothing in those curving lines, but they knew and understood everything, for their geography was in their blood and they felt biologically their picture of the world.

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.

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.

One shouldn't be afraid of the humans. Well, I am not afraid of the humans, but of what is inhuman in them.

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