The founder brought the laws from the lawgiver; the faithful are meant to announce the laws to the lawgiver.

In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.

It receives you when you come and dismisses you when you go.

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.

For words are magical formulae. They leave finger marks be hind on the brain, which in the twinkling of an eye become the footprints of history. One ought to watch one' s every word.

What is written is merely the dregs of experience.

A belief is like a guillotine, just as heavy, just as light.