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

Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.

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

You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.

My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.

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

All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.