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.

Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.

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

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

When I look for my existence I do not look for it in myself.

Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.

When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.