No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.
Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.
Suffering is above, not below. And everyone thinks that suffering is below. And everyone wants to rise.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
When I am asleep I dream what I dream when I am awake. It's a continuous dream.