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

Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.

They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.

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.

The children whom nobody leads by the hand are the children who know they are children.

Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.

My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.