No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.
Tears do not burn except in solitude.
We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.
An existence transfigured by failure.
There is no limit to suffering.
The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.