Written Kisses Don't Reach Their Destination, Rather

Because Of Impatience We Were Driven Out [of Paradise]; Because Of Impatience We Cannot Return.

Sometimes I Think I Can Expiate All My Past And Future Sins Through The Aching Of My Bones.

If The Literature We Are Reading Does Not Wake Us, Why Then Do We Read It? A Literary Work Must Be An Ice-axe To Break The Sea Frozen Inside Us.

I Am Too Tired, I Must Try To Rest And Sleep, Otherwise I Am Lost In Every Respect. What An Effort To Keep Alive! Erecting A Monument Does Not Require An Expenditure Of So Much Strength.

Love Is, That You Are The Knife Which I Plunge Into Myself.