It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.

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

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

And if you find everything as soon as you look for it, you find it in vain, you look for it in vain.

Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.

Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.

We become aware of the void as we fill it.