Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.
What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.
When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.
All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.
If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.