In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.
He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.
Even the smallest of creatures carries the sun in its eyes.
Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.