I Keep My Hands Empty For The

We Tear Life Out Of Life To Use It For Looking At Itself.

I Believe That The Soul Consists Of Its Sufferings. For The Soul That Cures Its Own Sufferings Dies.

Whatever I Take, I Take Too Much Or Too Little; I Do Not Take The Exact Amount. The Exact Amount Is No Use To Me.

You Do Not See The River Of Mourning Because It Lacks One Tear Of Your Own.

I Would Go To Heaven, But I Would Take My Hell; I Would Not Go Alone.