All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.
I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes.
He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
A little candor never leaves me. It is what protects me.
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.