“It is a strange thing ,that every child is born with a closed hand , and every body dies with an open hand !”
“Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.”
“Paris, on the other hand, looked exactly as it was supposed to look. It wore its heart on its sleeve, and the strange thing was that the heart it wore so openly was in other ways so closed-mysterious, uninviting.”
“Every evening, I died, and every evening, I was born.”
“Every closed eye is not sleeping, and every open eye is not seeing.”
“Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.”