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

The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

And if you find everything as soon as you look for it, you find it in vain, you look for it in vain.

We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.

Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.

My bits of time play with eternity.