He Who Holds Me By A Thread

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.

Night Is A World Lit By Itself.

The Less You Think You Are, The More You Bear. And If You Think You Are Nothing, You Bear Everything.

Set Out From Any Point. They Are All Alike. They All Lead To A Point Of Departure.

There Are Sufferings That Have Lost Their Memory And Do Not Remember Why They Are Suffering.