The human heart cries out for help; the human soul implores us for deliverance; but we do not heed their cries, for we neither hear nor understand. But the man who hears and understands we call mad, and flee from him.

“حين يغمرك` الحزن .. تأمل قلبك` من جديد .. فسترى أنك` في الحقيقة تبكي ممآ كان يو…”

“البغضاء موت...من منك يحب أن يكون لحداً؟”

“When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher t…”

“How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which…”