Habit Has A Kind Of Poetry.

I Wish That Every Human Life Might Be Pure Transparent Freedom.

It's Only Arrogance If You're Wrong.

Defending The Truth Is Not Something One Does Out Of A Sense Of Duty Or To Allay Guilt Complexes, But Is A Reward In Itself.

One Day I'll Be Old, Dead, Forgotten. And At This Very Moment, While I'm Sitting Here Thinking These Things, A Man In A Dingy Hotel Room Is Thinking, "i Will Always Be Here."

I Could See No Reason For Being Sad. It´s Just That It Makes Me Unhappy Not To Feel Happy.