Blessed be all metrical rules that forbid automatic responses, force us to have second thoughts, free us from the fetters of Self.

The trees encountered on a country stroll Reveal a lot about that country's soul ... A culture is no better than its woods.

To have a sense of sin means to feel guilty at there being an ethical choice to make, a guilt which, however "good" I may become, remains unchanged.

Get up very early and get going at once. In fact, work first and wash afterwards.

Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead.

That the speech of self-disclosure should be translatable seems to me very odd, but I am convinced that it is. The conclusion that I draw is that the only quality which all human being without exception possess is uniqueness: any characteristic, on the other hand, which one individual can be recognized as having in common with another, like red hair or the English language, implies the existence of other individual qualities which this classification excludes.

Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.