Night Is A World Lit By Itself.

Man Goes Nowhere, Everything Comes To Man Like Tomorrow.

I Stop Wanting What I Am Looking For, Looking For It.

A Hundred Men Together Are The Hundredth Part Of A Man.

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

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