Beyond My Body My Veins Are Invisible.

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

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

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

That In Man Which Cannot Be Domesticated Is Not His Evil But His Goodness.

Sometimes At Night I Light A Lamp So As Not To See.