Man, When He Is Merely What He

You Are Sad Because They Abandon You And You Have Not Fallen.

He Who Has Made A Thousand Things And He Who Has Made None, Both Feel The Same Desire: To Make Something.

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

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

Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those Few Are Suicides.