We know that happiness is short-lived, that we fail to cherish it when it is within our grasp and value it only when it has vanished forever.

Every second that passes is like a door that opens to allow in what has not yet happened, what we call the future, but, to challenge the contradictory nature of what we have just said, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the future is just an immense void, that the future is just the time on which the eternal present feeds.

Just as the habit does not make the monk, the sceptre does not make the king.

You never know beforehand what people are capable of, you have to wait, give it time, it's time that rules, time is our gambling partner on the other side of the table and it holds all the cards of the deck in its hand, we have to guess the winning cards of life, our lives.

The virtue of maps, they show what can be done with limited space, they foresee that everything can happen therein.

It is difficult to understand these people who democratically take part in elections and a referendum, but are then incapable of democratically accepting the will of the people.

Death has no need to be cruel, taking people's lives is more than enough.