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

Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.

You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.

I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.

That in man which cannot be domesticated is not his evil but his goodness.

We become aware of the void as we fill it.

I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.