One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

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.

When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering I feel that I am a little cruel.

A large heart can be filled with very little.

There are sufferings that have lost their memory and do not remember why they are suffering.

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