Our Mind Is Enriched By What We

He Does Not Weep Who Does Not See.

The Flesh Is The Upper Surface Of The Unknown.

Hope Is A Delusion; No Hand Can Grasp A Wave Or A Shadow.

To Rise From Error To Truth Is Rare And Beautiful.

Wonderful Nature Has A Double Meaning, Which Dazzles Great Minds And Blinds Uncultivated Souls. When Man Is Ignorant, When The Desert Is Filled With Visions, The Darkness Of Solitude Is Added To The Darkness Of Intelligence; Hence, In Man, The Possibilities Of Perdition