Torment Yourself As Little As Possible, Then

There's An Infinite Amount Of Hope But Not For Us.

You Are So Vulnerably Haunting. Your Eeriness Is Terrifyingly Irresistible.

I Have Hardly Anything In Common With Myself And Should Stand Very Quietly In A Corner, Content That I Can Breathe.

Even The Merest Gesture Is Holy If It Is Filled With Faith.

There Is A Down-and-outness Under True Knowledge And A Childlike Happy Arising From It.