“Each of us has his own alphabet with which to create poetry.”
“Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.”
“When Heraclitus said that everything passes steadily along, he was not inciting us to make the best of the moment, an idea unseemly to his placid mind, but to pay attention to the pace of things. Each has its own rhythm: the nap of a dog, the procession of the equinoxes, the dances of Lydia, the majestically slow beat of the drums at Dodona, the swift runners at Olympia.”
“Each of us can walk only the path he sees at his own feet. Each of us is subject to the consequences of his own belief.”
“Each of us bears his own Hell.”