All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.
He who tells the truth says almost nothing.
I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.
When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.
Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.