Burdens Are The Foundations Of Ease And

There Is No Salvation For The Soul But To Fall In Love.

What Is The Heart? It Is Not Human And It Is Not Imaginary. I Call It You.

The Eye Goes Blind When It Only Wants To See Why.

If Your Knowledge Of Fire Has Been Turned To Certainty By Words Alone, Then Seek To Be Cooked By The Fire Itself. Don't Abide In Borrowed Certainty. There Is No Real Certainty Until You Burn; If You Wish For This, Sit Down In The Fire.

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.