He Who Does Not Fill His World

And If You Find Everything As Soon As You Look For It, You Find It In Vain, You Look For It In Vain.

Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is Believing A Little.

My Poverty Is Not Complete: It Lacks Me.

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

I Believe That The Soul Consists Of Its Sufferings. For The Soul That Cures Its Own Sufferings Dies.