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.

When I am asleep I dream what I dream when I am awake. It's a continuous dream.

Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.

All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.

He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.

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

Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.