Hope is a path on the mountainside. At first there is no path. But then there are people passing that way. And there is a path.

I thought: hope cannot be said to exist, nor can it be said not to exist. It is just like roads across the earth. For actually the earth had no roads to begin with, but when many men pass one way, a road is made.

Whoever thinks he is objective must already be half drunk.

When a great man has become petrified, and everyone begins to proclaim his greatness, he has already turned into a puppet.

Why should young people look for guides who hang out gided placards to advertise themselves? They would do better to look for friends, unite with them, and advance together towards some quarter where it seems possible to survive.

A woman has so many parts to her body, life is very hard indeed.

Since someone ate crabs, others must have eaten spiders as well. However, they were not tasty. So afterwards, people stopped eating them. These people also deserve our heartfelt gratitude.