“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”

“Every year, the memories I have of my father become more faint, unclear, and distant. once they were vivid and true, then they became like photographs, and now they are more like photographs of photographs.”

“When shall I at last retire into solitude alone, without companions, without joy and without sorrow, with only the sacred certainty that all is a dream? When, in my rags—without desires—shall I retire contented into the mountains? When, seeing that my body is merely sickness and crime, age and death, shall I—free, fearless, and blissful—retire to the forest? When? When, oh when?”

“Now, with God's help, I shall become myself.”

“I shall do everything it becomes me to do.”

“The (method of) correction shall by a turn become distortion, and the good in it shall by a turn become evil.”