Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.

You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.

We become aware of the void as we fill it.

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.

I began my comedy as its only actor and I come to the end as its only spectator.

We have a world for each one, but we do not have a world for all.