The minds of human beings are not always entirely at one with the world in which they live, some people have trouble adjusting to reality, basically they're just weak, confused spirits who use words, sometimes very skillfully, to justify their cowardice.

In matters of feeling and of the heart, too much is always better than too little.

The day before is what we bring to the day we're actually living through, life is a matter of carrying along all those days-before just as someone might carry stones, and when we can no longer cope with the load, the work is done, the last day is the only one that is not the day before another day.

Blind people do not need a name, I am my voice, nothing else matters.

... that's how life should be, when one person loses heart, the other must have heart and courage enough for both.

Blessed be the night, which conceals and protects things fair and foul with the same indifferent mantle.

Each day is a little bit of history