God (in His Mercy) Accepts False Coin.

Last Night My Teacher Taught Me The Lesson Of Poverty: Having Nothing And Wanting Nothing.

Let Your Throat-song Be Clear And Strong Enough To Make An Emperor Fall Full-length Suppliant, At The Door.

He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.

If You Could Leave Your Selfishness, You Would See How You've Been Torturing Your Soul.

The Body Is A Device To Calculate The Astronomy Of The Spirit. Look Through That Astrolabe And Become Oceanic.