“Roughly speaking: objects are colorless.”

Logic takes care of itself, all we have to do is to look and see how it does it.

Not how the world is, but that it is, is the mystery.

The face is the soul of the body.

When you are philosophizing you have to descend into primeval chaos and feel at home there.

An entire mythology is stored within our language.

There are no subjects in the world. A subject is a limitation of the world.

One often makes a remark and only later sees how true it is.

A nothing will serve just as well as something about which nothing could be said.

This is how philosophers should salute each other, Take your time.

Our greatest stupidities may be very wise.

In art, it is hard to say anything as good as saying nothing.

The human body is the best picture of the human soul.

A confession has to be part of your new life.

I don’t know why we are here, but I’m pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.

Eternal life is given to those who live in the present.

Nothing is so difficult as not deceiving oneself.

Sometimes NOT doing things – like just sitting down outside the parliament – speaks much louder than doing things. Just like a whisper sometimes is louder than shouting.

You deserve a good man. Who tells you he cares. Who listens when you speak. Who chooses you above the rest.

Let me lie next to you. Let my skin speak to your skin in silence.

He who knows how to speak, knows also when.

LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.

Parents taught you to speak, never guide them when to speak.

You can’t speak for the people unless you’re able to walk amongst the people.

I spoke to myself in lyrics and sugar coated words. A melody of lies and symphonies to soften the blow of how i really felt. I licked at the tender taste and fell into a cacophony within my skin. Would this ever end? This denial of feelings?