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I have never managed to understand what human life is.

People always plunged me into horror. I even believed that I hadn't succeeded as a man, and as a result, I hid my torment in my heart of hearts.I tried hard to mask the melancholy and nervousness by wrapping myself in naive optimism and becoming an even bigger buffoon

“You know, people like sunsets when they are sad…”

They always need everything explaining.

Adults will never get the point, and it’s too tiring for children to explain everything to them

I came down to their level

The night fell.

“If someone loves the flower that exists in a single sample in millions of stars, it’s enough for him to look at stars and be happy. He can say to himself. “My flower is somewhere there…” But if a lamb eats the flower, all the stars will instantly fade. Do you think it’s not important?”

It is the most difficult thing. It’s much harder to judge yourself than to judge others. If you manage to give a fair trial to yourself, you are indeed a very wise person.”

When I met someone who seemed smart I used to experiment. I showed my picture number one that I always carried with me. This way, I tried to find out whether a person could really understand everything correctly. But whether it was a man or a woman, everybody always said, “This is a hat.” After such an answer, I never discussed boa constrictors, ancient life or stars with them. I came down to their level. I talked to them about bridges, golf, politics and ties. And adults were very happy to meet such an intelligent person.