Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.
I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.
There are sufferings that have lost their memory and do not remember why they are suffering.
God has given a great deal to man, but man would like something from man.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!