That Which Does Not Destroy, Strengthens.

Men Inadvertently Comport Themselves With Nobility When They Have Grown Accustomed To Wanting Nothing From Others And Always Giving To Them.

The World Is Beautiful, But Has A Disease Called Man.

What Is Happening To Me Happens To All Fruits That Grow Ripe. It Is The Honey In My Veins That Makes My Blood Thicker, And My Soul Quieter.

Loneliness Is One Thing, Solitude Another.

There Are Two Types Of Genius; One Which Above All Begets And Wants To Beget, And Another Which Prefers Being Fertilized And Giving Birth.