We are not in life; life is not an action to be performed. We are life itself.
It refuses to accept! It only tries to enjoy.
How can someone who is unhappy make others happy? How can a thirsty person enjoy watching a pond?
Did religion ruin everything, or was it the blind fanatics?
“Good luck!” – the most ridiculous phrase of the year. The successful one is the one who cares the least about success. (My definition of success is different from passing an entrance exam and such absurdities.)
What are we? Other than human. What were we? Other than human. What will we become? Other than human.
We need friends of our own kind. A person alone is nothing but a silent doll hanging in the corner of a room.
