Explain Nothing. Put It There. Say It.

The Process Of Writing Has Something Infinite About It. Even Though It Is Interrupted Each Night, It Is One Single Notation.

There Is No Such Thing As An Ugly Language. Today I Hear Every Language As If It Were The Only One, And When I Hear Of One That Is Dying, It Overwhelms Me As Though It Were The Death Of The Earth.

Words Are Not Too Old, Only People Are Too Old If They Use The Same Words Too Frequently.

Most Religions Do Not Make Men Better, Only Warier.

A Child. . . Opens And Closes Like A Blossom.