I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.

Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything.

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.

We become aware of the void as we fill it.

A little candor never leaves me. It is what protects me.

I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.

When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.