Omissions Are Not Accidents.

Of The Crow-blue Mussel Shells, One Keeps Adjusting The Ash Heaps; Opening And Shutting Itself Like An Injured Fan.

The Power Of The Visible Is The Invisible.

The Weak Overcomes Its/ Menace, The Strong Over-/comes Itself.

Honesty - However Dangerous - Should Be As Valuable As Radium It Seems To Me.

The Deepest Feeling Always Shows Itself In Silence.