Man, like a light in the night, is kindled and put out.

The road up and the road down is one and the same.

When is death not within ourselves?... Living and dead are the same, and so are awake and alseep, young and old.

Couples are wholes and not wholes, what agrees disagrees, the concordant is discordant. From all things one and from one all things.

Entre nous, et l'enfer ou le ciel, il n'y a que la vie entre deux, qui est la chose du monde la plus fragile.

I am. I was. I am not. I never am.

We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.