He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.

Man talks about everything, and he talks about everything as though the understanding of everything were all inside him.

I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.

I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.

I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.