Sarcasm is the protest of the weak.

It seemed clear that wars were not made by generations and their special stupidities, but that wars were made instead by something ignorant in the human heart

There are special, strange gifted people in the world and they have to be treated with understanding

Everyone has a moment in history which belongs particularly to him. It is the moment when his emotions achieve their most powerful sway over him, and afterward when you say to this person "the world today" or "life" or "reality" he will assume that you mean this moment, even if it is fifty years past. The world, through his unleashed emotions, imprinted itself upon him, and he carries the stamp of that passing moment forever.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

As I walked briskly out the road the wind knifed at my face, but this sun caressed the back of my neck.

We are all born equally far from the sun.