We Tear Life Out Of Life To

He Who Has Made A Thousand Things And He Who Has Made None, Both Feel The Same Desire: To Make Something.

My Father, When He Went, Made My Childhood A Gift Of A Half A Century.

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.

You Do Not See The River Of Mourning Because It Lacks One Tear Of Your Own.

Man, When He Is Merely What He Seems To Be, Is Almost Nothing.