Finished things cease to be a shelter for the spirit; but work in progress is a delight - Max Frisch

The dead are difficult because they´ve never known the people I´m involved with today

People with the same education as my own, speaking the same words that I do, loving the same books, the same music, the same paintings, are by no means immune from the danger of turning into monsters and doing things we would not have thought possible among the people of our own day, apart from a few pathological exceptions. If they are not immune, Why should I be so confident of my own immunity?

Does not everyone who describes something he has experienced believe basically that whatever happens to him has some sort of relevance.