We fight, get beat, rise, and fight again.
There is nothing more vapid than a philistine petty bourgeois existence with its farthings, victuals, vacuous conversations, and useless conventional virtue.
Three o'clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can't sleep, I am so happy.
I promise to be an excellent husband, but give me a wife who, like the moon, will not appear every day in my sky.
There are plenty of good people, but only a very, very few are precise and disciplined.
In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into a lovely butterfly. But with human beings it is the other way round: a lovely butterfly turns into a repulsive caterpillar.
There should be more sincerity and heart in human relations, more silence and simplicity in our interactions. Be rude when you're angry, laugh when something is funny, and answer when you're asked.
Your surroundings may change but your essence and your personality pretty much stay the same.
Anger is like a flame blazing up and consuming our self-control, making us think, say, and do things that we will probably regret later.
Differences must be not merely tolerated, but seen as a fund of necessary polarities between which our creativity can spark like a dialectic.
That's one of the great thing about writing is that you get to be in someone's head.