When You Have Grasped A Problem Clearly,

You Would Know The Secret Of Death. But How Shall You Find It Unless You Seek It In The Heart Of Life.

What Is Fear Of Need But Need Itself?

My Yearning Is My Cup, My Burning Thirst Is My Drink, And My Solitude Is My Intoxication; I Do Not And Shall Not Quench My Thirst. But In This Burning That Is Never Extinguished Is A Joy That Never Wanes.

Man Is Like The Foam Of The Sea, That Floats Upon The Surface Of The Water. When The Wind Blows, It Vanishes, As If It Had Never Been. Thus Are Our Lives Blown Away By Death.

Love That Does Not Renew Itself Every Day Becomes A Habit And In Turn A Slavery.