Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.

Everybody past a certain age, regardless of how they look on the outside, pretty much constantly dreams of being able to escape from their lives.

One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.

In the age of the individual's liquidation, the question of individuality must be raised anew.

I ask you to pray for me, for once age has overtaken us, we find consolation only in religion.