My face, my self, what would they mean to anybody? Just another stiff. So this self of mine passes some other's self on the street - what do we have to say to each other? Hey there! Hi ya!That's about it. Nobody raises a hand. No one turns around to take another look.

Here, too, a brand-new day is beginning. It could be a day like all the others, or it could be a day remarkable enough in many ways to remain in the memory. In either case, for now, for most people, it is a blank sheet of paper.

He was silent for thirty seconds, maybe a minute. I uncrossed my legs under the table and wondered if this was the right moment to leave. It was as if my whole life revolved around trying to judge the right point in a conversation to say goodbye.

Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?

Being active every day makes it easier to hear that inner voice.

Crying is personal. On the other hand, laughing is more general . Laughing makes our hearts wider.

I'm not a fast thinker, but once I am interested in something, I am doing it for many years.