Normal people have nothing to forget.
We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune.
Wisdom disguises our wounds; it teaches us how to bleed in secret.
What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation.
I have always struggled, with the sole intention of ceasing to struggle. Result: zero.
Speech and silence. We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.