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

My heaviness comes from the heights.

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

Even the smallest of creatures carries the sun in its eyes.

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.

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