I Want A Heart Which Is Split,

Whenever They Rebuild An Old Building, They Must First Of All Destroy The Old One.

My Head Is Bursting With The Joy Of The Unknown. My Heart Is Expanding A Thousand Fold.

Those Loves Which Are For The Sake Of A Colour Are Not Love. In The End They Are A Disgrace.

Whoever Is Sitting With Friends Is In The Midst Of A Flower Garden, Though He May Be In The Fire. Whoever Sits With An Enemy Is In The Fire, Even Though He Is In The Midst Of A Garden.

Students Of Cunning Have Consumed Their Hearts And Learned Only Tricks; They've Thrown Away Real Riches: Patience, Self-sacrifice, Generosity. Rich Thought Opens The Way.