I woke to the sound of rain.

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid.

If every soldier refused to take arms ... there would be no wars; but no one has the courage to be the first to live according to Christ and Socrates, because in a world of opportunists they would be martyred.

And there's the fallacy of existence: the idea that one could be happy forever and age with a given situation or series of accomplishments.

I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists

No day is safe from news of you.

At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.