I Stop Wanting What I Am Looking

A Hundred Men Together Are The Hundredth Part Of A Man.

If Only I Could Leave Everything As It Is, Without Moving A Single Star Or A Single Cloud. Oh, If Only I Could!

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.

More Grievous Than Tears Is The Sight Of Them.

I Have Been My Own Disciple And My Own Master. And I Have Been A Good Disciple But A Bad Master.