Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.
My bits of time play with eternity.
The shadows: some hide, others reveal.
When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering I feel that I am a little cruel.
That in man which cannot be domesticated is not his evil but his goodness.
I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.