Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is

If Only I Could Leave Everything As It Is, Without Moving A Single Star Or A Single Cloud. Oh, If Only I Could!

My Truths Do Not Last Long In Me. Not As Long As Those That Are Not Mine.

Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is Believing A Little.

He Who Makes A Paradise Of His Bread Makes A Hell Of His Hunger.

Man Talks About Everything, And He Talks About Everything As Though The Understanding Of Everything Were All Inside Him.