Out of a hundred years a few minutes were made that stayed with me, not a hundred years.
You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.
I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.
Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.
No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.
I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.
When I am asleep I dream what I dream when I am awake. It’s a continuous dream.
Some things become such a part of us that we forget them.
You know so much about me and yet you don’t understand me. To know is not to understand. We could know everything and still not understand anything.
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
He who goes step by step always finds himself level with a step.
Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.
Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
Before I travelled my road I was my road.
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.