Who Wanted To Creep Along In Comfort

The Act Of Longing For Something Will Always Be More Intense Than The Requiting Of It.

Some Things Arrive In Their Own Mysterious Hour, On Their Own Terms And Not Yours, To Be Seized Or Relinquished Forever.

There Are Two Kinds Of People. One Kind, You Can Just Tell By Looking At Them At What Point They Congealed Into Their Final Selves. It Might Be A Very Nice Self, But You Know You Can Expect No More Surprises From It. Whereas, The Other Kind Keep Moving, Changing... They Are Fluid. They Keep Moving Forward And Making New Trysts With Life, And The Motion Of It Keeps Them Young. In My Opinion, They Are The Only People Who Are Still Alive. You Must Be Constantly On Your Guard Against Congealing.

You're Supposed To Get Tired Planting Bulbs. But It's An Agreeable Tiredness.

The More You Respect And Focus On The Singular And The Strange, The More You Become Aware Of The Universal And Infinite.