What Is The Mirror Of Being? Non-being.

Open Your Arms If You Want The Beloved's Embrace.

Joy Lives Concealed In Grief.

No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To Be Perfect Can Afflict Thy Soul.

There Are A Thousand Ways To Kneel And Kiss The Ground; There Are A Thousand Ways To Go Home Again.

This Place Is A Dream. Only A Sleeper Considers It Real. Then Death Comes Like Dawn, And You Wake Up Laughing At What You Thought Was Your Grief.