Sometimes, we are afraid of something because we're afraid of something else.

Then there was a silence he had never before experienced: in it, you could hear the years.

Given that we can live only a small part of what there is in us -- what happens with the rest?

A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings when they come too often and last too long.

To stand by yourself -- that was also part of dignity. That way, a person could get through a public flaying with dignity. Galileo. Luther. Even somebody who admitted his guilt and resisted the temptation to deny it. Something politicians couldn't do. Honesty, the courage for honesty. With others and yourself.

Loyalty... A will, a decision, a resolution of the soul.

Our lives are rivers, gliding free to that unfathomed, boundless sea, the silent grave!