Treat me as you would treat me, not as I should be treated.

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

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

Nothing that is complete breathes.

They will say that you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.

We become aware of the void as we fill it.

Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.

The loss of a thing affects us until we have lost it altogether.

Certainties are arrived at only on foot.

You will find the distance that separates you from them, by joining them.

He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.

In my silence only my voice is lacking.

I have scarcely touched the clay and I am made of it.

My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of half a century.

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

When you made me into another, I left you with me.

Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.

When I believe in nothing I do not want to meet you when you believe in nothing.

I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.

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

Some things become so completely our own that we forget them.

I love for the sake of what I loved, and what I loved I would not go back to loving.

Out of a hundred years a few minutes were made that stayed with me, not a hundred years.