A tower of illusion, all of it, made of illusory bricks and full of holes. If life were made up only of imporant things, it really would be a dangerous house of glass, scarcely to be handled carelessly. But everyday life was exactly like the headlines. And so everybody, knowing the meaninglessness of existence, sets the centre of his compass at his own home.

When I look at small things, I think I shall go on living: drops of rain, leather gloves shrunk by being wet... When I look at something too big, I want to die: the Diet Building, or a map of the world.

The thorn of death falls from heaven, and its myriad forms leave us no room to move.

Defeat begins with the fear that one has lost.

Mankind, which has always been a part of nature, has reached a point where it is too much for nature to accommodate.

Green makes me think of silence, or maybe it's loneliness. I get the feeling of a terribly distant star.

Nature with her wealth of birds and flowers, Has in her heart a place for every weed; For her quick eyes require no microscope To note the varied wonders and delights That the Creator's humblest works possess.