Sometimes, when I wake up at night, I feel invisible hands weaving my destiny.

But my sadness is comforting Because it’s right and natural And because it’s what the soul should feel When it already thinks it exists And the hand pick flowers And the soul takes no notice.

The abstract intelligence produces a fatigue that's the worst of all fatigues. It doesn't weigh on us like bodily fatigue, nor disconcert like the fatigue of emotional experience. It's the weight of our consciousness of the world, a shortness of breath in our soul.

I carry my awareness of defeat like a banner of victory.

Nature is the difference between the soul and God.

Should you ask me if I'm happy, I'll answer that I'm not.

To be understood is to prostitute oneself