In matters of feeling and of the heart, too much is always better than too little.
A journey never ends. Only the travellers end.
Each day is a little bit of history.
Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.
Reading is probably another way of being in a place.
Your questions are false if you already know the answer.
Creating is always so much more stimulating than destroying.
One can show no greater respect than to weep for a stranger.
I think we are blind. Blind people who can see, but do not see.
The difficult thing isn’t living with other people, it’s understanding them.
A human being is a being who is constantly ‘under construction,’ but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction.
When all is said and done, what is clear is that all lives end before their time.