Now Even The Heavens Are Thankful That

We Alchemists Look For Talent That Can Heat Up And Change. Lukewarm Won't Do. Halfhearted Holding Back, Well-enough Getting By? Not Here.

Even Though You Tie A Hundred Knots, The String Remains One.

Everything Is Emptiness. Everything Else, Accidental. Emptiness Brings Peace To Your Loving. Everything Else, Disease. In This World Of Trickery, Emptiness Is What Your Soul Wants.

The Whole Business Of Love Is To Drown In The Sea.

Since Love Has Made Ruins Of My Heart The Sun Must Come And Illumine Them. Such Generosity Has Broken Me With Shame.