It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.

No one can crave what truly harms him.

Isolation is a way to know ourselves.

In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.

Only the moment counts. It determines life.