“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man.”

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

What is life like, wherever we travel? A wild goose, leaving footprints on the snow.

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.

Home is not where you are born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease.

It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

Sick on my journey — my dreams wander over withered fields.

I hope the exit is joyful — and I hope never to return.

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.