When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.
The shadows: some hide, others reveal.
Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.
When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.
You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.
I began my comedy as its only actor and I come to the end as its only spectator.