The Sun, Too, Shines Into Cesspools And

Nothing Can Be Produced Out Of Nothing.

If I Lack Awareness, Then Why Should I Care What Happens To Me When I Am Dead?

The Art Of Being A Slave Is To Rule One's Master.

A Friend Is One Soul Abiding In Two Bodies.

He Lit A Lamp In Broad Daylight And Said, As He Went About, "i Am Looking For A Human."