Our pain carves out a larger space for love to fill.
If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work.
Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.
Hearts united in pain and sorrow will not be separated by joy and happiness. Bonds that are woven in sadness are stronger than the ties of joy and pleasure. Love that is washed by tears will remain eternally pure and faithful.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks." Thus I became a madman.