A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
He who tells the truth says almost nothing.
It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.
When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.
Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.
When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.