We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench
How hideous is the semicolon.
The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.
I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my eyes, and between my legs a little trail of black dust. I say to myself that the earth is extinguished, though I never saw it lit.
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
Suffering is the main condition of the artistic experience.