I No Longer Know If I Wish

Written Kisses Don't Reach Their Destination, Rather They Are Drunk On The Way By The Ghosts.

When One Has Once Accepted And Absorbed Evil, It No Longer Demands To Be Believed.

If All Responsibility Is Imposed On You, Then You May Want To Exploit The Moment And Want To Be Overwhelmed By The Responsibility;yet If You Try, You Will Notice That Nothing Was Imposed On You, But That You Are Yourself This Responsibility.

People Keep Themselves At A Tolerable Height Above An Infernal Abyss Toward Which They Gravitate Only By Putting Out All Their Strength And Lovingly Helping One Another. They Are Tied Together By Ropes, And It's Bad Enough When The Ropes Around An Individual Loosen And He Drops Somewhat Lower Than The Others Into Empty Space; Ghastly When The Ropes Break And He Falls. That's Why We Should Cling To The Others.

May I Kiss You Then? On This Miserable Paper? I Might As Well Open The Window And Kiss The Night Air.