Nothing Is Not Only Nothing. It Is

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

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

The Less You Think You Are, The More You Bear. And If You Think You Are Nothing, You Bear Everything.

I Know What I Have Given You, I Do Not Know What You Have Received.

The Fear Of Separation Is All That Unites.