The World Belongs To Who Doesn't Feel.

No Intelligent Idea Can Gain General Acceptance Unless Some Stupidity Is Mixed In With It.

There Is A Time When It Is Necessary To Abandon The Used Clothes, Which Already Have The Shape Of Our Body And To Forget Our Paths, Which Takes Us Always To The Same Places. This Is The Time To Cross The River: And If We Don't Dare To Do It, We Will Have Stayed, Forever Beneath Ourselves

To Know How To Think With Emotions And To Feel With Intellect.

Friends: Not One. Just A Few Acquaintances Who Imagine They Feel Something For Me And Who Might Be Sorry If A Train Ran Over Me And The Funeral Was On A Rainy Day.

There Are Ships Sailing To Many Ports, But Not A Single One Goes Where Life Is Not Painful.