People talk to people who perceive nothing, who have open eyes and see nothing; they shall talk to them and receive no answer; they shall adore those who have ears and hear nothing; they shall burn lamps for those who do not see.
People seem good while they are oppressed, but they only wish to become oppressors in their turn: life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim.
People say I make strange choices, but they’re not strange for me. My sickness is that I’m fascinated by human behavior, by what’s underneath the surface, by the worlds inside people.
People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.[Der Mensch bleibt, was er ist, auch wenn sein Gesicht zerfällt.]
People love talking of their diseases, although they are the most uninteresting things in their lives.[Человек любит поговорить о своих болезнях, а между тем это самое неинтересное в его жизни…]
People living deeply have no fear of death.
People like you and me, though mortal, of course, like everyone else, do not grow old no matter how long we live. What I mean is that we never cease to stand like curious children before the great Mystery into which we were born.
People had a habit of looking at me as if I were some kind of a mirror instead of a person. They didn’t see me, they saw their own lewd thoughts. Then they white-masked themselves by calling me the lewd one.
People grow through experiences, if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built.
People find a way in which they can say something. “I can’t say it that way, what way can I find that will do?” One didn’t really bother about the existing modes.
People don’t find the personal lives of people with much, much more power than any celebrity would have – don’t find their personal lives interesting.
People do not mind being wicked; but they object to being made ridiculous.
