One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
That in man which cannot be domesticated is not his evil but his goodness.
I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.
Certainties are arrived at only on foot.
