Who is beyond me? Who cries at the other end of the day? God, where is the light? What have I done with it?

To die alone is how would blow out a candle that someone forgot alight in this lonely world...

Rather than letting them die of starvation, of dehydration, of freezing, of sickness, of loneliness, isn't it wiser to not let them be born? We multiply by chance and live more and more barbarically.

Be there next time happiness visits you.

Send me a whisper, but one so dim that only my soul could hear.

No one should be above his country and people.