I write only for my shadow which is cast on the wall in front of the light. I must introduce myself to it.

If there was no death, everyone would wish for it.

I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhaps I never had a star.

The presence of death annihilates all superstitions. We are the children of death, and it is death that rescues us from the deceptions of life. In the midst of life he calls us and summons us to him.

Only death does not lie.

I write only for my shadow which is cast on the wall in front of the light. I must introduce myself to it.

I have finally learned that I must remain silent as much as possible. I must always keep my thoughts to myself.