He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.
Even the smallest of creatures carries the sun in its eyes.
The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.
My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.
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.