Suffering is above, not below. And everyone thinks that suffering is below. And everyone wants to rise.

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

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

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

I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.

You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.

My bits of time play with eternity.