I feel that I am entitled to my share of lightheartedness and there is nothing wrong with enjoying one's self simply, like a boy.

We're asleep until we love.

We are all created to be miserable, and that we all know it, and all invent means of deceiving each other. And when one sees the truth, what is one to do?

There are always so many conjectures as to the issue of any event that, whatever the outcome, there will always be people to say: 'I said then that it would be so'

Human science fragments everything in order to understand it, kills everything in order to examine it.

There can be no peace for us, only misery, and the greatest happiness.

But the peasants - how do the peasants die?