He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.
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”.