When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are

Humanity Does Not Know Where To Go Because No One Is Waiting For It: Not Even God.

He Who Does Not Know How To Believe, Should Not Know.

We Have A World For Each One, But We Do Not Have A World For All.

We Tear Life Out Of Life To Use It For Looking At Itself.

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.