Colors Are Light's Suffering And Joy

We All Of Us Live Upon The Past, And Through The Past We Are Destroyed.

It Is The Nature Of Grace Always To Fill Spaces That Have Been Empty.

Can A Sparrow Know How A Stork Feels?

The Sea Is Flowing Ever, The Land Retains It Never.

Habit Is A Man's Sole Comfort. We Dislike Doing Without Even Unpleasant Things To Which We Have Become Accustomed.