“When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.”

I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t.

The need to be right – the sign of a vulgar mind.

There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.

Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep.

In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.

He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.

Peace is the only battle worth waging.

Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.

The evil that is in the world almost always comes from ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding.

Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

There is scarcely any passion without struggle.

The most important thing you do everyday you live is deciding not to kill yourself.

What made me run away was doubtless not so much the fear of settling down, but of settling down permanently in something ugly.

Man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.

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.

If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.

Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas.