In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.
Injury, when it is slight, upsets me; when it is strong it calms me.
No one is a light unto himself, not even the sun.
The less you think you are, the more you bear. And if you think you are nothing, you bear everything.
All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.