My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
Humanity does not know where to go because no one is waiting for it: not even God.
Suffering is above, not below. And everyone thinks that suffering is below. And everyone wants to rise.
You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.
The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.