My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.

You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.

If those who owe us nothing gave us nothing, how poor we would be.

Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.

When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.

The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.

The shadows: some hide, others reveal.