I love every bone in their heads.
Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue.
Man’s loneliness is but his fear of life.
Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.
One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers.
When men make gods, there is no God!
When you’re 50 you start thinking about things you haven’t thought about before. I used to think getting old was about vanity – but actually it’s about losing people you love. Getting wrinkles is trivial.