Lo que sólo ocurre una vez es como si no ocurriera nunca. Si el hombre sólo puede vivir una vida es como si no viviera en absoluto - Milan Kundera

For how can we condemn something that is ephemeral, in transit? In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.

Pain doesn't listen to reason, it has its own reason, which is not reasonable.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weights so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, with someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.