I Can Wait For You Longer. Because

When I Do Not Walk In The Clouds I Walk As Though I Were Lost.

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

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

If Only I Could Leave Everything As It Is, Without Moving A Single Star Or A Single Cloud. Oh, If Only I Could!

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