I know what I have given you... I do not know what you have received.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

A full heart has room for everything and empty heart has room for nothing. Who understands?

He who does not know how to believe, should not know.

Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.

We become aware of the void as we fill it.

One learns not to need by needing.

He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.

When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.

Near me nothing but distances.

Night is a world lit by itself

I am chained to the earth to pay for freedom of my eyes.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.