More grievous than tears is the sight of them.
Man talks about everything, and he talks about everything as though the understanding of everything were all inside him.
No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.
I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.