A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.

My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.

God has given a great deal to man, but man would like something from man.

It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.

My heaviness comes from the heights.

If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!

Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.