I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.
You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
Yes, I will try to be. Because I believe that not being is arrogant.