Citater om me

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.
Generosity is not giving me that which I need more than you do, but it is giving me that which you need more than I do.
They consider me to have sharp and penetrating vision because I see them through the mesh of a sieve.
Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.
What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?