He Who Holds Me By A Thread

Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those Few Are Suicides.

Those Who Gave Away Their Wings Are Sad Not To See Them Fly.

When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are Sad.

In A Full Heart There Is Room For Everything, And In An Empty Heart There Is Room For Nothing.

There Are Sufferings That Have Lost Their Memory And Do Not Remember Why They Are Suffering.