We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.
I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.
When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.
He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.