A Little Candor Never Leaves Me. It

Set Out From Any Point. They Are All Alike. They All Lead To A Point Of Departure.

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

He Who Does Not Fill His World With Phantoms Remains Alone.

He Who Does Not Know How To Believe, Should Not Know.

He Who Holds Me By A Thread Is Not Strong; The Thread Is Strong.