When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are

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

If Those Who Owe Us Nothing Gave Us Nothing, How Poor We Would Be.

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

He Who Makes A Paradise Of His Bread Makes A Hell Of His Hunger.

I Know What I Have Given You, I Do Not Know What You Have Received.