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.

You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.

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

Not using faults does not mean that one does not have them.

They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.

Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.

My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.