Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
A large heart can be filled with very little.
They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.
Night is a world lit by itself.
Even the smallest of creatures carries the sun in its eyes.
When I break any of the chains that bind me I feel that I make myself smaller.
Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.
I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.
If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.
When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering I feel that I am a little cruel.
The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
Beyond my body my veins are invisible.
A thing, until it is everything, is noise, and once it is everything it is silence.
When I believe in nothing I do not want to meet you when you believe in nothing.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
The real “it is well” is something I say from the ground, having fallen.
My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.
What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.