Who promised you that only for joy were you brought to this earth?

Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?

We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.

Children usually do not blame themselves for getting lost.

I am no longer afraid to say anything.

Sometimes the most beautiful thing is precisely the one that comes unexpectedly and unearned, hence something given truly as a present.

Create around one at least a small circle where matters are arranged as one wants them to be.