I Would Go To Heaven, But I

My Heaviness Comes From The Heights.

You Can Owe Nothing, If You Give Back Its Light To The Sun.

I Believe That The Soul Consists Of Its Sufferings. For The Soul That Cures Its Own Sufferings Dies.

The Less You Think You Are, The More You Bear. And If You Think You Are Nothing, You Bear Everything.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.