Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.

Two in distressmake sorrow less.

But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something.

I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.

Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.