Even the smallest of creatures carries the sun in its eyes.
Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.
The confession of one man humbles all.
When I am asleep I dream what I dream when I am awake. It's a continuous dream.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.