Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.

The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.

The children whom nobody leads by the hand are the children who know they are children.

Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.

The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.

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

We become aware of the void as we fill it.