Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.

More grievous than tears is the sight of them.

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

If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!

When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.

My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.

When I believe in nothing, I do not want to meet you when you believe in nothing.