Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.

I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.

It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends

Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.

A man should not love the moon. An ax should not lose weight in his hand. His garden should smell of rotting apples, And grow a fair amount of nettles.

A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.

The partition separating life from death is so tenuous. The unbelievable fragility of our organism suggests a vision on a screen: a kind of mist condenses itself into a human shape, lasts a moment and scatters.