The people with the clear heads are the ones who look life in the face, realize that everything in it is problematic, and feel themselves lost. And this is the simple truth: that to live is to feel oneself lost. Those who accept it have already begun to find themselves, to be on firm ground.

Hating someone is feeling irritation by their mere existence.

In their choice of lovers both the male and the female reveal their essential nature. The type of human being we prefer reveals the contours of our heart. Love is an impulse which springs from the most profound depths of our beings, and upon reaching the visible surface of life carries with it an alluvium of shells and seaweed from the inner abyss. A skilled naturalist, by filing these materials, can reconstruct the oceanic depths from which they have been uprooted.

Tell me to what you pay attention and I will tell you who you are.

Poetry is adolescence fermented, and thus preserved.

With morality we correct the mistakes of our instincts, and with love we correct the mistakes of our morals.

The well being of democracies regardless of their type and status is dependent on one small technical detail: The right to vote. Everything else is secondary.