You Can Owe Nothing, If You Give

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

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

My Bits Of Time Play With Eternity.

My Truths Do Not Last Long In Me. Not As Long As Those That Are Not Mine.

There Are Sufferings That Have Lost Their Memory And Do Not Remember Why They Are Suffering.