Give Your Weakness To One Who Helps.

A White Flower Grows In The Quietness. Let Your Tongue Become That Flower.

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.

If I Can Only Recount The Story Of My Life Right Out Of My Body Flames Will Grow

No Better Love Than Love With No Objective, No More Satisfying Work Than Work With No Purpose. If You Could Give Up Tricks And Cleverness, That Would Be The Cleverest Trick!

Love Alone Can Explain The Mysteries Of Love.