Caught up in life you see it badly. You suffer from it or enjoy it too much. The artist in my opinion is a monstrosity something outside of nature.
The attempt to devote oneself to literature alone is a most deceptive thing and often paradoxically it is literature that suffers for it.
Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren't in fact sad guardians of the meaning of...
The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart...
Without free self-respecting and autonomous citizens there can be no free...
Losing my anonymity in this world I think is something that I find...
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own...
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
