The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
A corpse is what's left after waking too often.
One must look for one thing only, to find many.
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.
Childhood is not only the childhood we really had but also the impressions we formed of it in our adolescence and maturity. That is why childhood seems so long. Probably every period of life is multiplied by our reflections upon the next.