Human language is mythological and metaphorical by nature.

Each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom.

The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.

You will be a poet because you will always be humiliated.

To choose what is difficult all one's days, as if it were easy, that is faith

One cannot review a bad book without showing off.

One of the most horrible, yet most important, discoveries of our age has been that, if you really wish to destroy a person and turn him into an automaton, the surest method is not physical torture, in the strict sense, but simply to keep him awake, i.e., in an existential relation to life without intermission.