A happy love is full of quarrels, you know.
An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.
All prisons are brimming over with innocence. It is those who cram their fellows into them, in the name of empty ideas, who are the only guilty ones.
I don't want people to love me. It makes for obligations.
Believe me; all evil comes from the old. They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them.
It bothered me that whatever was waiting wasn't waiting for me