The confession of one man humbles all.
It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.
I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes.
There are sufferings that have lost their memory and do not remember why they are suffering.