Certainties Are Arrived At Only On Foot.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

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

I Love You As You Are, But Do Not Tell Me How That Is.

I Know What I Have Given You, I Do Not Know What You Have Received.

I Would Go To Heaven, But I Would Take My Hell; I Would Not Go Alone.