Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.
Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
Suffering is above, not below. And everyone thinks that suffering is below. And everyone wants to rise.