The reward of suffering is experience.
All suffering comes from a person's inability to sit still and be alone.
When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool.
Suffering is justified as soon as it becomes the raw material of beauty.
I have never been able to carry out any work coolly. On the contrary it is done, so to speak, with my own blood.
I've lived to long with pain. I won't know who I am without it.
The pain is unrelenting; one does not abandon, even briefly, one's bed of nails, but is attached to it wherever one goes.
