It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

That is the worst moment, when you feel you have lost / The desires for all that was most desirable, / Before you are contented with what you can desire; / Before you know what is left to be desired; / And you go on wishing that you could desire / What desire has left behind.

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

We must learn to suffer more.

Men live by forgetting and woman live on memories.

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.