I Want Nothing From You But To

If You Want The Truth, I Will Tell You The Truth: Friend, Listen: The God Whom I Love Is Inside.

The Candle Is Not Lit To Give Light, But To Testify To The Night.

I Am Proud Only Of Those Days That Pass In Undivided Tenderness.

When A Father, Absent During The Day, Returns Home At Six, His Children Receive Only His Temperament, Not His Teaching.

The World Belongs Primarily To The Dead, And We Only Rent It From Them For A Little While. They Created It, They Wrote Its Literature And Its Songs, And They Are Deeply Invested In How Children Are Treated, Because The Children Are The Ones Who Will Keep It Going. The Idea That Each Of Us Has The Right To Change Everything Is A Deep Insult To Them.