Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
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 believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.
Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.
If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.