When you want to believe in something, you also have to believe in everything that's necessary for believing in it.

Everyone has, inside himself ... what shall I call it? A piece of good news! Everyone is ... a very great, very important character.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously--to love each other, hate each other--but then--it isn't true. It isn't true, we don't care at all!

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist. And before that, during all eternity, what was there? Nothing.

Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.