Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.

We have all had the experience of finding that our reactions and perhaps even our deeds have denied beliefs we thought were ours.

After departure, only invisible things are left, perhaps the life of the world is held together by invisible chains of memory and loss and love. So many things, so many people, depart! And we can only repossess them in our minds.

People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state on innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.

You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don't live the only life you have, you won't live some other life, you won't live any life at all.

Rage cannot be hidden, it can only be dissembled. This dissembling deludes the thoughtless, and strengthens rage and adds, to rage, contempt.

The future is like heaven-everyone exalts it but no one wants to go there now.