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

My bits of time play with eternity.

He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.

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

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

When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.

The dream which is not fed with dream disappears.