Night is a world lit by itself.
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
A little candor never leaves me. It is what protects me.
If you do not raise your eyes you will think you are the highest point.