I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.

Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.

If you do not raise your eyes you will think you are the highest point.

Night is world lit by itself.

Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.

Not using faults does not mean that one does not have them.

A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.

They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.

And if you find everything as soon as you look for it, you find it in vain, you look for it in vain.

Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.

Even the smallest of creatures carries the sun in its eyes.

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

I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.

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

I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.

When you seem to be listening to my words, they seem to be your words, with me listening.

All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.

I have abandoned the beggarly necessity of living. I live without it.

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

My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.