We Must Die To Become True Human

‎dancing Is Not Just Getting Up Painlessly, Like A Leaf Blown On The Wind; Dancing Is When You Tear Your Heart Out And Rise Out Of Your Body To Hang Suspended Between The Worlds.

All Day I Think About It, Then At Night I Say It. Where Did I Come From, And What Am I Supposed To Be Doing? I Have No Idea. My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I'm Sure Of That, And I Intend To End Up There.

She Loved Him So Much She Concealed His Name In Many Phrases, The Inner Meanings Known Only To Her.

God (in His Mercy) Accepts False Coin.

Contain All Human Faces In Your Own Without Any Judgment Of Them