It's like climbing a staircase. I'm on the top of the staircase, I look behind me and I see the steps. That's where I was.

Every night I go over what I did in the day, in ethical or moral terms. Have I treated people properly? Did I tell the truth?

Why should we stop living because some people try to kill what is left of energy in ourselves?

In these days people take up with each other and drop each other too easily. Pleasure is practiced like a sport, and the easy game of love leads to the dissolution of the feeling of love.

It's like climbing a staircase. I'm on the top of the staircase, I look behind me and I see the steps. That's where I was.

Death is an absolute mystery. We are all vulnerable to it, it's what makes life interesting and suspenseful.

One thing you have to give up is attaching importance to what people see in you.