Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
Yes, I will try to be. Because I believe that not being is arrogant.
The dream which is not fed with dream disappears.
The confession of one man humbles all.
Night is a world lit by itself.
Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.