Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle Everything I do is stitched with its color.
A large heart can be filled with very little.
My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.
Man goes nowhere. Everything comes to man, like tomorrow.
Now all my teachers are dead except silence.
Not using faults does not mean that one does not have them.
What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.
No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
Before I travelled my road I was my road.
We become aware of the void as we fill it.
I stop wanting what I am looking for, looking for it.
When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
When I break any of the chains that bind me I feel that I make myself smaller.