Those Who Gave Away Their Wings Are

My Poverty Is Not Complete: It Lacks Me.

Nothing Is Not Only Nothing. It Is Also Our Prison.

Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is Believing A Little.

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

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