Man Goes Nowhere, Everything Comes To Man

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.

He Who Does Not Know How To Believe, Should Not Know.

My Final Belief Is Suffering. And I Begin To Believe That I Do Not Suffer.

When I Do Not Walk In The Clouds I Walk As Though I Were Lost.

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.