My truths do not last long in me. Not as long as those that are not mine.

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

Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.

He who tells the truth says almost nothing.

The children whom nobody leads by the hand are the children who know they are children.

When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering I feel that I am a little cruel.

More grievous than tears is the sight of them.