When Your Suffering Is A

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

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

He Who Has Made A Thousand Things And He Who Has Made None, Both Feel The Same Desire: To Make Something.

A Hundred Men Together Are The Hundredth Part Of A Man.

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