The Confession Of One Man Humbles All.

The Confession Of One Man Humbles All.

He Who Makes A Paradise Of His Bread Makes A Hell Of His Hunger.

The Little Things Are What Is Eternal, And The Rest, All The Rest, Is Brevity, Extreme Brevity.

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.

Situated In Some Nebulous Distance I Do What I Do So That The Universal Balance Of Which I Am A Part May Remain A Balance.