Death has no need to be cruel, taking people's lives is more than enough.
The best way to killing a rose is to force it open when it is still only the promise of a bud.
I write to try to understand, and because I have nothing better to do.
What kind of world is this that can send machines to Mars and does nothing to stop the killing of a human being?
A tree weeps when cut down, a dog howls when beaten, but a man matures when offended.
Life is like that, full of words that are not worth saying or that were worth saying once but not any more, each word that we utter will take up the space of another more deserving word, not deserving in its own right, but because of the possible consequences of saying it.