Man talks about everything, and he talks about everything as though the understanding of everything were all inside him.
I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
I began my comedy as its only actor and I come to the end as its only spectator.
Man goes nowhere, everything comes to man like tomorrow.
My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.