If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!
I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.
You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.
No one is a light unto himself, not even the sun.
The confession of one man humbles all.
Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.
My truths do not last long in me. Not as long as those that are not mine.
If a fanatic is willing to give his life for a cause, he’s probably willing to give yours as well I know what I have given you. I do not know what you have received.
Suffering is above, not below. And everyone thinks that suffering is below. And everyone wants to rise.
He who does not know how to believe, should not know.
It’s been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven’t come down.
Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.
My bits of time play with eternity.
Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.
I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.
Not using faults does not mean that one does not have them.
Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything.
When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.
Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.
Yes, this is what good is: to forgive evil. There is no other good.