The Confession Of One Man Humbles All.

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

Those Who Gave Away Their Wings Are Sad Not To See Them Fly.

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

A Little Candor Never Leaves Me. It Is What Protects Me.

I Believe That The Soul Consists Of Its Sufferings. For The Soul That Cures Its Own Sufferings Dies.