Our lives are rivers, gliding free to that unfathomed, boundless sea, the silent grave!

I love tunnels. They 're the symbol of hope: sometime it will be bright again. If by chance it is not night.

To understand yourself: Is that a discovery or a creation?

Human beings can't bear silence.It would mean that they would bear themselves.

In the years afterward, I fled whenever somebody began to understand me. That has subsided. But one thing remained: I don't want anybody to understand me completely. I want to go through life unknown. The blindness of others is my safety and my freedom.

Our lives are rivers, gliding free to that unfathomed, boundless sea, the silent grave!

[Vanity] is an unrecognised form of stupidity, you have to forget the cosmic meaninglessness of all our acts to be able to be vain and that's a glaring form of stupidity.