Everything Is A Little Bit Of Darkness,

I Can Wait For You Longer. Because You Have Arrived.

He Who Makes A Paradise Of His Bread Makes A Hell Of His Hunger.

I Know What I Have Given You, I Do Not Know What You Have Received.

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

They Will Say You Are On The Wrong Road, If It Is Your Own.