Many share my views with me. But I don't share them with them.

When I don't make any progress, it is because I have bumped into the wall of language. Then I draw back with a bloody head. And would like to go on.

A poem is good until one knows by whom it is.

There is a shortage of clerks. Everyone is going into journalism.

Where do I find the time for not reading so many books?

War: first, one hopes to win; then one expects the enemy to lose; then, one is satisfied that he too is suffering; in the end, one is surprised that everyone has lost.

Love thy neighbor as thyself. Because each of us is his own neighbor.