If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.
One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.
The eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.
History will be erased in the universal purgatory.
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
There is a pledge of the big and of the small in the infinite.
To cut and tighten sentences is the secret of mastery.
Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.
Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.
He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love.
We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.
We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.