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.

The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.

Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.

Night is a world lit by itself.

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.

What we pay for with our lives never costs too much.