I Learnt Silence From The Talkative

Pain And Foolishness Lead To Great Bliss And Complete Knowledge, For Eternal Wisdom Created Nothing Under The Sun In Vain.

Love Provided Me With A Tongue And Tears.

Love Gives Naught But Itself And Takes Naught But From Itself.

And How Shall You Punish Those Whose Remorse Is Already Greater Than Their Misdeeds?

For The First Time The Sun Kissed My Own Naked Face And My Soul Was Inflamed With Love For The Sun, And I Wanted My Masks No More. And As If In A Trance I Cried, "blessed, Blessed Are The Thieves Who Stole My Masks." Thus I Became A Madman.