Death is an antidote for this life, and it makes another more stable form of life which is insoluble in everything.
The fear we throw about danger is always as disproportionate as a paternal shirt on an infant.
The bigger the dam of patience, the worse the flood when the dam breaks.
Memory is a crazy woman who hoards colored rags and throws away food.
Those who think it is permissible to tell white lies soon grow color-blind.
A hole is nothing at all, but you can break your neck in it.