Joking is a barrier between man and the world. Joking is the enemy of love and poetry.

Love is a desire for that lost half of ourselves.

Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one’s painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: Becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain.

Happiness is the longing for repetition.

Radio... force-feeds us music... everywhere and all the time... sewage-water music in which music is dying.

nothing yet. I've been waiting." "for what?" she made no response. she could not tell him that she had been waiting for him.

Fortunately women have the miraculous ability to change the meaning of their actions after the event.