He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
Night is a world lit by itself.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.