He Who Holds Me By A Thread

Certainties Are Arrived At Only On Foot.

He Who Has Made A Thousand Things And He Who Has Made None, Both Feel The Same Desire: To Make Something.

Everything That I Bear Within Me Bound, Is To Be Found Somewhere Else Free.

In A Full Heart There Is Room For Everything, And In An Empty Heart There Is Room For Nothing.

He Who Does Not Fill His World With Phantoms Remains Alone.