My Bits Of Time Play With Eternity.

He Who Does Not Know How To Believe, Should Not Know.

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

No One Is A Light Unto Himself, Not Even The Sun.

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.

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.