You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.

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

Suffering is above, not below. And everyone thinks that suffering is below. And everyone wants to rise.

If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.

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

He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.

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.