The confession of one man humbles all.
Night is a world lit by itself.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.
I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.
Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.