You Have Your Ideology And I Have

The Reality Of The Other Person Is Not In What He Reveals To You, But In What He Cannot Reveal To You. Therefore, If You Would Understand Him, Listen Not To What He Says But Rather To What He Does Not Say.

My Yearning Is My Cup, My Burning Thirst Is My Drink, And My Solitude Is My Intoxication; I Do Not And Shall Not Quench My Thirst. But In This Burning That Is Never Extinguished Is A Joy That Never Wanes.

In The Depth Of Your Hopes And Desires Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond.

Conscience Is A Just But Weak Judge. Weakness Leaves It Powerless To Execute Its Judgment.

How Distant I Am From People When I Am With Them, And How Close When They Are Far Away.