The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.
When I look for my existence I do not look for it in myself.
The fear of separation is all that unites.
My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.
He who does not know how to believe, should not know.
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.