A Little Candor Never Leaves Me. It

I Believe That The Soul Consists Of Its Sufferings. For The Soul That Cures Its Own Sufferings Dies.

He Who Holds Me By A Thread Is Not Strong; The Thread Is Strong.

I Would Ask Something More Of This World, If It Had Something More.

Even The Smallest Of Creatures Carries The Sun In Its Eyes.

The Little Things Are What Is Eternal, And The Rest, All The Rest, Is Brevity, Extreme Brevity.