I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.
More grievous than tears is the sight of them.
When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.
If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!
My bits of time play with eternity.
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.