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.
A hundred men together are the hundredth part of a man.
What do others think they see?
I can wait for you longer. Because you have arrived.
When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.
Man goes nowhere. Everything comes to man, like tomorrow.
We have a world for each one, but we do not have a world for all.
I am in myself so little that what they do with me scarcely interests me.
Near me nothing but distances.
You are a puppet, but in the hands of the infinite, which may be your own.
A full heart has room for everything and empty heart has room for nothing. Who understands?
I have abandoned the beggarly necessity of living. I live without it.
Many things, In order to assure me their lack of existence; become mine.
Lo que dicen las palabras no dura. Duran las palabras. Porque las palabras son siempre las mismas y lo que dicen no es nunca lo mismo.
One learns not to need by needing.
In that world I knew that good was killing me, but I thought it was evil.
Only the wound speaks its own word.
In full light we are not even a shadow.
Only a few arrive at nothing, because the way is long.
Una cosa, hasta no ser toda, es ruido, y toda, es silencio.
My “I” has gone farther and farther away from me. Today it is my farthest “you”.