My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.
When I believe in nothing, I do not want to meet you when you believe in nothing.
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.
I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.
My bits of time play with eternity.