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.
That in man which cannot be domesticated is not his evil but his goodness.
My heaviness comes from the heights.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
Injury, when it is slight, upsets me; when it is strong it calms me.
The dream which is not fed with dream disappears.