It's Pointless To Cry. One Is Born

Childhood Is Not Only The Childhood We Really Had But Also The Impressions We Formed Of It In Our Adolescence And Maturity. That Is Why Childhood Seems So Long. Probably Every Period Of Life Is Multiplied By Our Reflections Upon The Next.

Every Luxury Must Be Paid For, And Everything Is A Luxury, Starting With Being In This World.

We Obtain Things When We No Longer Want Them.

One Does Not Kill Oneself For Love Of A Woman, But Because Love - Any Love - Reveals Us In Our Nakedness, Our Misery, Our Vulnerability, Our Nothingness.

It's Pointless To Cry. One Is Born And Dies Alone.