Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout.
Infinite as rest: nothing less!
Hell is different from purgatory - just a lack of exit doors.
Demographic explosion: women giving birth to soldiers.
The lamp of meeting burns long; it goes out in a moment at the parting.
Marriage is like a big transformer - it turns a high voltage of love into a weak current of everyday life.
I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.
The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
There is no friendship, not even the most sincere, without a little interest and a little affectation.
Night is the secret adviser of the day.