You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
Man talks about everything, and he talks about everything as though the understanding of everything were all inside him.
When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.
The fear of separation is all that unites.
He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.
I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.