My Philosophy Is Fundamentally Sad, But I'm

Don't Try To Rush Things: For The Cup To Run Over, It Must First Be Filled.

My Soul Is Not Asleep. It Is Awake, Wide Awake. It Neither Sleeps Nor Dreams, But Watches, Its Eyes Wide Open Far-off Things, And Listens At The Shores Of The Great Silence.

And To Walk Through Life In Dreams Out Of Love For The Hand That Guides Us.

The Only Living Language Is The Language In Which We Think And Have Our Being.

I Thought My Fire Was Out, And Stirred The Ashes…. I Burnt My Fingers.