He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
My bits of time play with eternity.
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.
If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.