He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.

They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.

I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes.

The less you think you are, the more you bear. And if you think you are nothing, you bear everything.

You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.

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

Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.