Blindness

Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.

If we cannot live entirely like human beings, at least let us do everything in our power not to live entirely like animals.

If you can see, look. If you can look, observe.

Do you want me to tell you what I think, Yes, do, I don't think we did go blind, I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.

How are you, doctor, that is what we say when we do not wish to play the weakling, we say Fine, even though we may be dying, and this is commonly known as taking one's courage in both hands, a phenomenon that has only been observed in the human species.

Blind people do not need a name, I am my voice, nothing else matters.

The sceptics, who are many and stubborn, claim that, when it comes to human nature, if it is true that the opportunity does not always make the thief, it is also true that it helps a lot.

Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.

If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?

This is the stuff we're made of, half indifference and half malice.

The difficult thing isn't living with other people, it's understanding them.

Blindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.