Death is loneliness in its purest form.

Each generation must get on the same old merry-go-round, only disguised in a fresh coat of paint.

I was right not to be afraid of any thief but myself, who will end by leaving me nothing.

Mexican writer and diplomat, "Pasado en claro" ("A Draft of Shadows") You learn something the day you die. You learn how to die.

Love must be learned and learned again; There is no end.

Death is loneliness in its purest form.

We are born knowing death.