No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.
Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.
The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.
Yes, this is what good is: to forgive evil. There is no other good.
My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.
Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.