people want you to be happy, don't keep serving them your pain

Be silent, Only the Hand of God Can remove The burdens of your heart.

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.

When you reach the bottom of the well of your own nature, then you will know that the vileness was from yourself.

Whenever they rebuild an old building, they must first of all destroy the old one.

When someone mentions the gracefulness of the night sky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, like this?

Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.