Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.
Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.
What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.
Humanity does not know where to go because no one is waiting for it: not even God.
Not using faults does not mean that one does not have them.
Beyond my body my veins are invisible.