I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis.
A person I knew used to divide human beings into three categories: those who prefer to have nothing to hide rather than being obliged to lie, those who prefer lying to having nothing to hide, and finally those who like both lying and the hidden.
The urge to revolt is one of the essential dimensions of human nature.
The innocent is the person who explains nothing.
Every minute of life carries with it its miraculous value, and its face of eternal youth.
Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.
Every authentic work of art is a gift offered to the future.
It is easier to kill what we do not know.
A work of art is a confession.
It’s not the struggle that makes us artists, but Art that makes us struggle.
To grow old is to pass from passion to compassion.
Every rebellion implies some kind of unity.
Healthy people have a natural skill of avoiding feverish eyes.
There are more things to admire in men then to despise.
I would like to be able to breathe – to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.
In order to be created, a work of art must first make use of the dark forces of the soul.
Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.
When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.
A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.
I’ve never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.