Indeed, the only truly serious questions are ones that even a child can formulate. Only the most naive of questions are truly serious.

Love is a battle, and I plan to go on fighting. To the end.

She regarded books as the emblems of secret brotherhood. A man with this sort of library couldn't possibly hurt her.

Only from the perspective of such a utopia is it possible to use the concepts of pessimism and optimism with full justification: an optimist is someone who thinks that on planet number five the history of mankind will be less bloody. A pessimist is one who thinks otherwise.

It does take great maturity to understand that the opinion we are arguing for is merely the hypothesis we favor, necessarily imperfect, probably transitory, which only very limited minds can declare to be a certainty or a truth.

No one can get really drunk on a novel or a painting, but who can help getting drunk on Reethoven's Ninth, Rartok's Sonata for Two Pianos and Percussion, or the Reatles' White Album?

We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.