My Heaviness Comes From The Heights.

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

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

Man, When He Does Not Grieve, Hardly Exists.

I Would Ask Something More Of This World, If It Had Something More.

When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are Sad.