A Man Only Has A Soul To

We Are Here Because We Are Made By God, We Will Return To God. So People Who Think That They Are Something, They Are Totally Wrong. And This Is The Most Beautiful Thing In Life, It Is That We Don't Own Anything. So, Everything Is Ours In The Sense That We Have The World To Explore And Not Things To Carry, A Burden To Carry.

Once In A Mental Hospital, A Person Grows Used To The Freedom That Exists In The World Of Madness And Becomes Addicted To It. You No Longer Have To Take On Responsibilities, To Struggle To Earn Your Daily Bread, To Be Bothered With Repetitive, Mundane Tasks. You Could Spend Hours Looking At A Picture Or Making Absurd Doodles. Everything Is Torelated Because, After All, The Person Is Mentally Ill.

The More You Understand Yourself, The More You Will Understand The World.

I Don't Choose. Normally It's The Book That Chooses Me.

After All, What Is Happiness? Love, They Tell Me. But Love Doesn't Bring And Never Has Brought Happiness. On The Contrary, It's A Constant State Of Anxiety, A Battlefield; It's Sleepless Nights, Asking Ourselves All The Time If We're Doing The Right Thing. Real Love Is Composed Of Ecstasy And Agony.