Man Goes Nowhere, Everything Comes To Man

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

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.

My Heaviness Comes From The Heights.

When I Break Any Of The Chains That Bind Me I Feel That I Make Myself Smaller.

Man Talks About Everything, And He Talks About Everything As Though The Understanding Of Everything Were All Inside Him.