There are sufferings that have lost their memory and do not remember why they are suffering.

They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.

I know what I have given you, I do not know what you have received.

What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.

Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.

That in man which cannot be domesticated is not his evil but his goodness.

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.