Man's Passion For Truth Is

No One Can Shed Light On Vices He Does Not Have Or Afflictions He Has Ever Experienced.

It Is Good Knowing That Glasses Are To Drink From; The Bad Thing Is Not To Know What Thirst Is For.

Don't Try To Rush Things: For The Cup To Run Over, It Must First Be Filled.

Between Living And Dreaming There Is A Third Thing. Guess It.

The Wind, One Brilliant Day, Called To My Soul With An Odor Of Jasmine. "in Return For The Odor Of My Jasmine, I'd Like All The Odor Of Your Roses." "i Have No Roses; All The Flowers In My Garden Are Dead." "well Then, I'll Take The Withered Petals And The Yellow Leaves And The Waters Of The Fountain." The Wind Left. And I Wept. And I Said To Myself: "what Have You Done With The Garden That Was Entrusted To You?