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.

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

You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.

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

Injury, when it is slight, upsets me; when it is strong it calms me.

It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.