May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night ai

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Author: Franz Kafka

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Evil is whatever distracts.

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.

It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgement by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.

Life is short. Kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly

The moment of that kiss contained every happy moment I had ever lived.

We have to handover the earth, the air, the land and the water to the children at least as it was handed over to us.