We Tear Life Out Of Life To

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

I Would Ask Something More Of This World, If It Had Something More.

If You Are Good To This One And That One, This One And That One Will Say That You Are Good. If You Are Good To Everyone, No One Will Say That You Are Good.

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.

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.