The Confession Of One Man Humbles All.

Injury, When It Is Slight, Upsets Me; When It Is Strong It Calms Me.

Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is Believing A Little.

Whatever I Take, I Take Too Much Or Too Little; I Do Not Take The Exact Amount. The Exact Amount Is No Use To Me.

Those Who Gave Away Their Wings Are Sad Not To See Them Fly.

My Bits Of Time Play With Eternity.