My life has been full of terrible misfortunes most of which never happened.
It is a small soul, buried beneath the weight of affairs, that does not know how to get clean away from them, that cannot put them aside and pick them up again.
It's not victory if it doesn't end the war.
Every place swarms with commentaries; of authors there is great scarcity.
I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.
Desire and hope will push us on toward the future.