The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.
I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.
I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.
Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
The less you think you are, the more you bear. And if you think you are nothing, you bear everything.