You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.
When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.
When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.
I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.
If you do not raise your eyes you will think that you are the highest point.
My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.