No one can possess a sunset like the one we saw that evening. Just as no one can possess an afternoon of rain beating against the window, or serenity of a sleeping child, or the magical moment when the waves break on the rocks. No one can possess the beautiful things in this Earth, but we can know them and love them.

We know what we want to do, but are afraid of hurting those around us by abandoning everything in order to pursue our dream

The world is being created and destroyed in this very moment.

Elegance is achieved when all that is superfluous has been discarded and the human being discovers simplicity and concentration: the simpler and more sober the posture, the more beautiful it will be.

Our souls are prisoners of the terror of death, and the day is beautiful.