Overdraw Me, Lord, And Who Cares If

Each Man Must Have His Own Special Route To Lead Him To God.

There Is No Harsher Means Of Punishment, Than To Answer Malice With Kindness.

Within This Arena, Which Grows More Stable Night After Day, Generations Work And Love And Hope And Vanish. New Generations Tread On The Corpses Of Their Fathers, Continue The Work Above The Abyss And Struggle To Tame The Dread Mystery. How? By Cultivating A Single Field, By Kissing A Woman, By Studying A Stone, An Animal, An Idea.

You Do Miracles If You Concentrate Your Mind On One Thing And One Thing Only.

Reach What You Cannot