Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
Injury, when it is slight, upsets me; when it is strong it calms me.
The children whom nobody leads by the hand are the children who know they are children.