anyone who gets up early by inclination or has been forced to rise early out of necessity finds it intolerable that others should go on sleeping soundly

Dignity has no price ... when someone starts making small concessions, in the end life loses all meaning.

You never know beforehand what people are capable of, you have to wait, give it time, it's time that rules, time is our gambling partner on the other side of the table and it holds all the cards of the deck in its hand, we have to guess the winning cards of life, our lives.

There is relationship between sight and touch, something about eyes being able to see through the fingers touching the clay, about fingers being able to feel what the eyes are seeing without the fingers actually touching it.

A tree weeps when cut down, a dog howls when beaten, but a man matures when offended.

This must be what it means to be a ghost, being certain that life exists, because your four senses say so, and yet unable to see it.

Nothing so tires a person as having to struggle, not with himself, but with an abstraction.