I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.
I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.
When I look for my existence I do not look for it in myself.
Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.
My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.
He who tells the truth says almost nothing.
I began my comedy as its only actor and I come to the end as its only spectator.
The dream which is not fed with dream disappears.
The less you think you are, the more you bear. And if you think you are nothing, you bear everything.
I will help you to approach if you approach, and to keep away if you keep away.
My heaviness comes from the heights.
They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.
My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.
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.
My truths do not last long in me. Not as long as those that are not mine.