One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one allows himself to be tamed.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered.
It is lonely when you're among people, too.
If someone wants a sheep, then that means that he exists.
One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.