We become aware of the void as we fill it.

Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.

Night is a world lit by itself.

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

The children whom nobody leads by the hand are the children who know they are children.

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

The shadows: some hide, others reveal.