He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.
More grievous than tears is the sight of them.
Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance.
I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.
When I break any of the chains that bind me I feel that I make myself smaller.
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.