Many men talk like philosophers and live like fools.

The wisest people are the clowns, like Harpo Marx, who would not speak. If I could have anything I want I would like God to listen to what Harpo was not saying, and understand why Harpo would not talk.

The person I am now, compared with the person in the dream, has been baffled and defeated and only supposes he enjoys a full life. In the dreams, I see what a full life really consists of, and it is not what I really have.

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.

In a nutshell-I fear authority but at the same time I resent it-the authority and my own fear. So I rebel.

I have seen myself backward.

On some other world, possibly it is different. Better. There are clear good and evil alternatives. Not these obscure admixtures, these blends, with no proper tool by which to untangle the components.