When dictatorship is a fact, revolution is a duty!

When we talk about ourselves, about others, or simply about things, we want- it could be said – to reveal ourselves in our words: We want to show what we think and feel. We let other have a glimpse into our soul.

To live for the moment: it sounds so right and so beautiful. But the more I want to, the less I understand what it means.

So, the fear of death might be described as the fear of not being able to become whom one had planned to be.

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

I would not like to live in a world without cathedrals. I need their beauty and grandeur. I need their imperious silence. I need it against the witless bellowing of the barracks yard and the witty chatter of the yes-men. I want to hear the rustling of the organ, this deluge of ethereal notes. I need it against the shrill farce of marches.

Sometimes, we are afraid of something because we're afraid of something else.