Too many times I’ve been wrong, I guess being right takes too long.
What doesn't hurt - is not life; what doesn't pass - is not happiness.
Between the fear that something would happen and the hope that still it wouldn't, there is much more space than one thinks. On that narrow, hard, bare and dark space a lot of us spend their lives.
Of everything that man erects and builds in his urge for living nothing is in my eyes better and more valuable than bridges. They are more important than houses, more sacred than shrines. Belonging to everyone and being equal to everyone, useful, always built with a sense, on the spot where most human needs are crossing, they are more durable than other buildings and they do not serve for anything secret or bad.
One shouldn't be afraid of the humans. Well, I am not afraid of the humans, but of what is inhuman in them.
To be a man, to have been born without knowing it or wanting it, to be thrown into the ocean of existence, to be obliged to swim, to exist; to have an identity; to resist the pressure and shocks from the outside and the unforeseen and unforeseeable acts - one's own and those of others - which so often exceed one's capacities? And what is more, to endure one's own thoughts about all this: in a word, to be human.
If people would know how little brain is ruling the world, they would die of fear.
Fiction has always been a thorn in my side, because I've always wanted to be a writer but I can't seem to really do it.
It’s interesting how you can know someone for a long time, and then one day you just see them in this whole different way.
Being a giver is not good for a 100-yard dash, but it’s valuable in a marathon.
The bite of conscience, like the bite of a dog into a stone, is a stupidity.