That in man which cannot be domesticated is not his evil but his goodness.
It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
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.
I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.
The dream which is not fed with dream disappears.