Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.
I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.
Originally, poetry creates the myth, while the prose-writer draws its portrait.
The consciousness that says 'I am' is not the consciousness that thinks.
I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.
Because we can imagine, we are free.