Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

If You Are Good To This One And That One, This One And That One Will Say That You Are Good. If You Are Good To Everyone, No One Will Say That You Are Good.

I Believe That The Soul Consists Of Its Sufferings. For The Soul That Cures Its Own Sufferings Dies.

My Heaviness Comes From The Heights.

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