Captivated by its discipline, humanity forgets and goes on forgetting that it is the discipline of chess players, not of angels.

He constructed a vast labyrinthine of periods, made impassable by the piling-up of clauses upon clauses-clauses in which oversight and bad grammar seemed manifestations of disdain.

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How can we manage to illuminate the pathos of our lives?

I don't think we're capable of knowledge, but I like to keep an open mind. So if you ask me whether I believe in an afterlife or not, whether I believe in God or not, I can only answer you that all things are possible. And if all things are possible, heaven and hell and the angels are also possible. They're not to be ruled out.

i walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive

Happy are the beloved and the lovers and those who can live without love.