When we talk about ourselves, about others, or simply about things, we want- it could be said – to reveal ourselves in our words: We want to show wha….

Don't waste your time, do something worthwhile with it." But what can that mean: worthwhile? Finally to start realizing long-cherished wishes. To att….

To stand by yourself -- that was also part of dignity. That way, a person could get through a public flaying with dignity. Galileo. Luther. Even some….

We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game. And there is as much difference bet….

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution is a duty!.

That words could cause something in the world, make someone move or stop, laugh or cry: even as a child he had found it extraordinary and it never st….

Human beings can't bear silence.It would mean that they would bear themselves..

I would not like to live in a world without cathedrals. I need their beauty and grandeur. I need their imperious silence. I need it against the witle….

Isn't it true that it's not people who meet, but rather the shadows cast by their imaginations?.

[Vanity] is an unrecognised form of stupidity, you have to forget the cosmic meaninglessness of all our acts to be able to be vain and that's a glari….

To live for the moment: it sounds so right and so beautiful. But the more I want to, the less I understand what it means..

A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings….

But when we set out to understand somebody’s inside? Is that a trip that ever ends? Is the soul a place of facts? Or are the alleged facts only the d….

I am still there, at that distant place in time, I never left it, but live expanded in the past, or out of it..

SOLIDAO, LONELINESS. What is it that we call loneliness. It can't simply be the absence of others, you can be alone and not lonely, and you can be am….

Kitsch is the most pernicious of all prisons. The bars are covered with the gold of simplistic, unreal feelings, so that you take them for the pillar….

Then there was a silence he had never before experienced: in it, you could hear the years..

I love tunnels. They 're the symbol of hope: sometime it will be bright again. If by chance it is not night..

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place. We stay there even though we go away and there are things in us we can find again only ….

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find agai….

We live here and now. Everything before and in other places is past. Mostly forgotten. What could, what should be done with all the time that lies ah….