All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.
When I believe in nothing, I do not want to meet you when you believe in nothing.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.
The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.