I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.

Truth resists being projected into the realm of knowledge.

The only historian capable of fanning the spark of hope in the past is the one who is firmly convinced that even the dead will not be safe from the enemy if he is victorious.

Death is the sanction of everything the story-teller can tell. He has borrowed his authority from death.

Be sure that whatever you are is you.

The secret to success is to do the common things uncommonly well.

A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed$$$ deprived of its highest good$$$ sick unto death.

Unless you're completely exploded$$$ there's always something to be grateful for.

When things go bad$$$ don't go with them.

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.