"His cynicism fascinated people, even if most of the time it was difficult for them to understand it. 

We are doomed to be secretly melancholy as morality cries out and we listen to the cries of the swallows. So deaf or so cowardly to sympathize with its pain. Two sentences that have stayed with me, and they too are indelible. Next to the heavy door of his workshop, in a central alley of the city, he had carved the following quote on a wooden panel. 

When you look at the black one, it looks at you the same way. Underneath he had placed a marble table and on it a large vase with a gavatha. Beside them a paper had the following note printed on it. "

Throw whatever moral depression you have pleasure in.