My Poverty Is Not Complete: It Lacks

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

Man Talks About Everything, And He Talks About Everything As Though The Understanding Of Everything Were All Inside Him.

My Father, When He Went, Made My Childhood A Gift Of A Half A Century.