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