Everything Is A Little Bit

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

Everything Is A Little Bit Of Darkness, Even The Light.

My Poverty Is Not Complete: It Lacks Me.

We Have A World For Each One, But We Do Not Have A World For All.

If Only I Could Leave Everything As It Is, Without Moving A Single Star Or A Single Cloud. Oh, If Only I Could!