The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd: the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world's existence.
We all love each other, and the lie is the kiss we exchange.
In this world we're all travelers on the same ship that has set sail from one unknown port en route to another equally foreign to us; we should treat each other, therefore, with the friendliness due to fellow travelers.
Everything seems doomed in advance to insignificance.
Do not make the infantile mistake of asking the meaning of things and words. Nothing has any meaning.