Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
Humanity does not know where to go because no one is waiting for it: not even God.
Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
The dream which is not fed with dream disappears.
When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.