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

Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.

If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.

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

What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.

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

When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.