As I Grow To Understand Life Less

Our Dream Dashes Itself Against The Great Mystery Like A Wasp Against A Window Pane. Less Merciful Than Man, God Never Opens The Window.

Love Is Like An Hourglass, With The Heart Filling Up As The Brain Empties.

We Must Be Greater Than God, For We Have To Undo His Injustice.

It Is Not Enough To Be Happy, It Is Also Necessary That Others Not Be.

The Reward Of Great Men Is That, Long After They Have Died, One Is Not Quite Sure That They Are Dead