What We Pay For With Our Lives

I Love You As You Are, But Do Not Tell Me How That Is.

Everything That I Bear Within Me Bound, Is To Be Found Somewhere Else Free.

Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those Few Are Suicides.

He Who Makes A Paradise Of His Bread Makes A Hell Of His Hunger.

Set Out From Any Point. They Are All Alike. They All Lead To A Point Of Departure.