The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.

You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.

I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.

He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.

If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.

I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.

You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.