My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.

The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.

If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.

Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.

I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.

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

All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.