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.
We can escape from everything, but not from ourselves.
The wisest man I ever knew in my whole life could not read or write.
Blind people do not need a name, I am my voice, nothing else matters.
When all is said and done, what is clear is that all lives end before their time.
Human nature is, by definition, a talkative one, imprudent, indiscreet, gossipy, incapable of closing its mouth and keeping it closed.