He Who Makes A Paradise Of His

The Fear Of Separation Is All That Unites.

He Who Makes A Paradise Of His Bread Makes A Hell Of His Hunger.

Certainties Are Arrived At Only On Foot.

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.

The Little Things Are What Is Eternal, And The Rest, All The Rest, Is Brevity, Extreme Brevity.