What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.
He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
We have a world for each one, but we do not have a world for all.
Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.