Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance.

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

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

I know what I have given you, I do not know what you have received.

In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.

When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering I feel that I am a little cruel.

My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.