I would say that only the lonely understands another lonely person's suffering, but I'd have to add the one that knew joy and the space he lived his life in next to and through others.

Angel or demon, no mater what the entity, one hand gives joy while the other takes it away. If you only have your eyes on the hand that takes, you will never see the joy being handed to you by the other.

The stories of our lives – pages from the book of future, browsed one by one or in bulk.

In old age there is nothing as terrifying as the pity others (don't) show when you fall.

Many time, life is something between a hospital and a theater room where an Adam and an Eve play on a highly unpredictable budget.

He doesn't care about life, he who doesn't care about Nature.