“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning.”

The place in which I'll fit will not exist until I make it.

Until the day I die, I long to look up at the heavens without a speck of shame.

Within the span of a hundred years, what a bitter struggle is waged between talent and fate.

The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.

What perishes is time; we are eternal.

Marriage is like a besieged fortress: those who are outside want to get in, and those who are inside want to get out.

We are what we imagine. Our very existence consists in our imagination of ourselves.

Hope is a waking dream.