We Are Aware Only Of The Empty

If Some Longing Goes Unmet, Don't Be Astonished. We Call That Life.

We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of Life, Like A Sailor On His Tiny Boat, On An Infinite Ocean.

Sometimes The Most Beautiful Thing Is Precisely The One That Comes Unexpectedly And Unearned, Hence Something Given Truly As A Present.

In Our Dreams We Can Have Our Eggs Cooked Exactly How We Want Them, But We Can't Eat Them.

Papa Continually Emphasizes How Much Remains Unexplained. With The Other Psychoanalytic Writers, Everything Is Always So Known And Fixed.