One Should Not Confuse The Craving For

Slumbering In Every Human Being Lies An Infinity Of Possibilities, Which One Must Not Arouse In Vain. For It Is Terrible When The Whole Man Resonates With Echoes And Echoes, None Becoming A Real Voice.

There Is No Such Thing As An Ugly Language. Today I Hear Every Language As If It Were The Only One, And When I Hear Of One That Is Dying, It Overwhelms Me As Though It Were The Death Of The Earth.

Death Is A Scandal. The Machine Is Functioning, We Are All Hostages

Pessimists Are Not Boring. Pessimists Are Right. Pessimists Are Superfluous.

I Would Like To Become Tolerant Without Overlooking Anything, Persecute No One Even When All People Persecute Me; Become Better Without Noticing It; Become Sadder, But Enjoy Living; Become More Serene, Be Happy In Others; Belong To No One, Grow In Everyone; Love The Best, Comfort The Worst; Not Even Hate Myself Anymore.