In Europe sadness is not allowed, just its radical state after there is no way back to sanity: histery, depression, panic. Just sickness have a protected social identity.

The most dangerous thing you can do is being yourself: no one know what it is.

The experience of  a break-up means that the loved person is dead, and in such a way that this death is still every day much more  alive than yourself. 

What is the value of happiness without freedom? One need to jump into the dark uncertainty of freedom and espect to get happy from that point ahead.So the difference between coward and courageous happiness.

How accurate is your idea of the middle if you don’t have any experience of its extremes?

The moral middle therm is not enough: you beginn to search for the middle of the middle. And there you go extrem again.

A bad musician believes that the poetic and creative process ends by the composer himself; a bad composer thinks the same about his pieces.