If The Infinite Had No Me, Then

On This Point, The Priest And The Philosopher Agree: We Must Die.

Men Like Me Are Impossible Until The Day When They Become Necessary.

To Love Or Have Loved Is All-sufficing. We Must Not Ask For More. No Other Pearl Is To Be Found In The Shadowfolds Of Life. To Love Is An Accomplishment.

Hope Is A Delusion; No Hand Can Grasp A Wave Or A Shadow.

It Is By Suffering That Human Beings Become Angels.