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

Suffering is above, not below. And everyone thinks that suffering is below. And everyone wants to rise.

Night is a world lit by itself.

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.

You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.

Not using faults does not mean that one does not have them.

Humanity does not know where to go because no one is waiting for it: not even God.