When I break any of the chains that bind me I feel that I make myself smaller.
The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.
I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.
If those who owe us nothing gave us nothing, how poor we would be.
The fear of separation is all that unites.
Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.