More Grievous Than Tears Is The Sight

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

Those Who Gave Away Their Wings Are Sad Not To See Them Fly.

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

Even The Smallest Of Creatures Carries The Sun In Its Eyes.

Nothing Is Not Only Nothing. It Is Also Our Prison.