Sometimes At Night I Light A Lamp

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.

My Truths Do Not Last Long In Me. Not As Long As Those That Are Not Mine.

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.

Injury, When It Is Slight, Upsets Me; When It Is Strong It Calms Me.