But He Knows That No Man Is

I Am In The Aleph, The Point At Which Everything Is In The Same Place At The Same Time. I'm At A Window, Looking Out At The World And Its Secret Places, Poetry Lost In Time And Words Left Hanging In Space...sentences That Are Perfectly Understood, Even When Left Unspoken. Feelings That Simultaneously Exalt And Suffocate.

The Best Way To Be Original Is To Be Yourself.

I Never Lose When I Love. I Only Lose When I'm Afraid To

People Learn, Early In Their Lives, What Is Their Reason For Being. Maybe That's Why They Give Up On It So Early, Too.

She, With Her Affection And Her Gaiety, Had Been Largely Responsible For Him Having Rediscovered The Meaning Of Life, Her Love Had Driven Him To The Far Corners Of The Earth, Because He Needed To Be Rich Enough To Buy Some Land And Live In Peace With Her For The Rest Of Their Days. It Was His Utter Confidence In This Fragile Creature, That Had Made Him Fight With Honor, Because He Knew That After A Battle He Could Forget All The Horrors Of War In Her Arms, And That, Despite All The Women He Had Known, Only There In Her Arms Could He Close His Eyes And Sleep Like A Child.