What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.
A large heart can be filled with very little.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.
The children whom nobody leads by the hand are the children who know they are children.
You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.