Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.

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

Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.

My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.

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

I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.

You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.