Book: Prison confession

But I didn't want to hate you. Every day I told myself: I must

People like me barely have the right to breathe and take a place in the sun. Our presence mars the joys of others. When we are released, we are unwanted guests everywhere

A person does in life, the fatal error, not because behaving recklessly: the moment when the foolish man may be the best in his life. Errors arise from excessive rationality.

Other things may be illusions of the eye or the taste created in order to blind the eyes and dull the taste, but from the Suffering created by the universe, and children and stars are born in agony.

If someone loves us, we must realize ourselves completely unworthy of this love. No one is unworthy to be loved.

You can weigh in the balance the sun to measure the passage of the moon and to map all the seven celestial spheres, star for star, but still don't know myself.

I can be perfectly happy alone.

All bad art is the result of good intentions.

And remember that the sentimentalist is always in the depths of the soul be cynical.

Man no need to bare my life to the world.

I told you to speak the truth - painful. To condemn himself to an emergency lie - a lot worse.

... everyone, no matter how he was great or insignificant, can die only by their own hand.

The desire eventually turned into a disease or madness - or both.

Valuable to me just then that man finds in himself, the rest has not the slightest prices.