I Stop Wanting What I Am Looking

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.

The Real "it Is Well" Is Something I Say From The Ground, Having Fallen.

I Believe That The Soul Consists Of Its Sufferings. For The Soul That Cures Its Own Sufferings Dies.

No One Is A Light Unto Himself, Not Even The Sun.

No One Understands That You Have Given Everything. You Must Give More.