Become Dust - And They Will Throw

I Tell You The Sign Of A Believer; When Death Comes, There Is A Smile On His Lips

Why Hast Thou Made Me Born In This Country, The Inhabitant Of Which Is Satisfied With Being A Slave?

The Thought Of A Limit To Perceptual Space And Time Staggers The Mind.

I Tell The Truth: Your Enemy Is Also Your Friend-his Presence Makes Your Life Fuller And Richer.

Why Should I Ask The Wise Men: Whence Is My Beginning? I Am Busy With The Thought: Where Will Be My End?