Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It is easy to say no, even if saying no means death.
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
I like reality. It tastes like bread.
Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.
Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.