He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.

Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance.

You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.

He who does not know how to believe, should not know.

I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.

And if you find everything as soon as you look for it, you find it in vain, you look for it in vain.

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.