Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.
When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.
Certainties are arrived at only on foot.
He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.
I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.