It receives you when you come and dismisses you when you go.

There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves.

The indestructible is one: it is each individual human being and, at the same time, it is common to all, hence the incomparably indivisible union that exists between human beings.

I do not see the world at all; I invent it.

This noble body, equipped with everything necessary, almost to the point of bursting, also appeared to carry freedom around with it.

The observer of the soul cannot penetrate into the soul, but there doubtless is a margin where he comes into contact with it. Recognition of this contact is the fact that even the soul does not know of itself. Hence it must remain unknown. That would be sad only if there were anything apart from the soul, but there is nothing else.

The spirit becomes free only when it ceases to be a support.