It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.
The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.
Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.
He who does not know how to believe, should not know.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
We have a world for each one, but we do not have a world for all.