If Those Who Owe Us Nothing Gave

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

No One Is A Light Unto Himself, Not Even The Sun.

Man Goes Nowhere, Everything Comes To Man Like Tomorrow.

I Would Go To Heaven, But I Would Take My Hell; I Would Not Go Alone.

Situated In Some Nebulous Distance I Do What I Do So That The Universal Balance Of Which I Am A Part May Remain A Balance.