My heaviness comes from the heights.
Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
My bits of time play with eternity.
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.