When I break any of the chains that bind me I feel that I make myself smaller.

My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.

My heaviness comes from the heights.

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

I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.

More grievous than tears is the sight of them.

He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.