Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.

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

My bits of time play with eternity.

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

My heaviness comes from the heights.

In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.

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