Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
The dream which is not fed with dream disappears.
When I am asleep I dream what I dream when I am awake. It's a continuous dream.
Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.
That in man which cannot be domesticated is not his evil but his goodness.