Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress. – Milan Kundera
He took over anger to intimidate subordinates, and in time anger took over him. – Milan Kundera
The serial number of a human specimen is the face, that accidental and unrepeatable combination of features. It reflects neither character nor soul, nor what we call the self. The face is only the serial number of a specimen. – Milan Kundera
Ah, the joy of suckling! She lovingly watched the fishlike motions of the toothless mouth and she imagined that with her milk there flowed into her little son her deepest thoughts, concepts, and dreams. – Milan Kundera