Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.
My bits of time play with eternity.
Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.
We have a world for each one, but we do not have a world for all.
Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.
My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.