Man, When He Does Not Grieve, Hardly

The Real "it Is Well" Is Something I Say From The Ground, Having Fallen.

I Have Come One Step Away From Everything. And Here I Stay, Far From Everything, One Step Away.

Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those Few Are Suicides.

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.

You Can Owe Nothing, If You Give Back Its Light To The Sun.