I Have No Companion But Love, No

Judge The Moth By The Beauty Of The Candle

How Do I Know Who I Am Or Where I Am? How Could A Single Wave Locate Itself In An Ocean.

Take Sips Of This Pure Wine Being Poured. Don't Mind That You've Been Given A Dirty Cup.

You've Gotten Drunk On So Many Kinds Of Wine. Taste This. It Won't Make You Wild. It's Fire. Give Up, If You Don't Understand By This Time That Your Living Is Firewood.

When The Remedy You Have Offered Only Increases The Disease, Then Leave Him Who Will Not Be Cured, And Tell Your Story To Someone Who Seeks The Truth.