He Who Does Not Fill

I Began My Comedy As Its Only Actor And I Come To The End As Its Only Spectator.

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

You Do Not See The River Of Mourning Because It Lacks One Tear Of Your Own.

Beyond My Body My Veins Are Invisible.

Man Talks About Everything, And He Talks About Everything As Though The Understanding Of Everything Were All Inside Him.