Man talks about everything, and he talks about everything as though the understanding of everything were all inside him.

I know what I have given you, I do not know what you have received.

You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.

He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.

When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.

I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.

When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering I feel that I am a little cruel.