He Who Must Travel Happily Must Travel

And At Night I Love To Listen To The Stars. It Is Like Five Hundred Million Little Bells.

You're Beautiful, But You're Empty.... No One Could Die For You.

I Did Not Know How To Reach Him, How To Catch Up With Him... The Land Of Tears Is So Mysterious.

It Is In Your Act That You Exist, Not In Your Body. Your Act Is Yourself, And There Is No Other You.

Perfection Is Finally Attained Not When There Is No Longer Anything To Add, But When There Is No Longer Anything To Take Away, When A Body Has Been Stripped Down To Its Nakedness.