He Who Holds Me By A Thread

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.

You Are Fastened To Them And Cannot Understand How, Because They Are Not Fastened To You.

Man Goes Nowhere, Everything Comes To Man Like Tomorrow.

A Hundred Men Together Are The Hundredth Part Of A Man.

The Dream Which Is Not Fed With Dream Disappears.