The confession of one man humbles all.
What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.
Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
Yes, I will try to be. Because I believe that not being is arrogant.
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.