Because, To Despise Money, One Must Have

One Does Not Kill Oneself For Love Of A Woman, But Because Love - Any Love - Reveals Us In Our Nakedness, Our Misery, Our Vulnerability, Our Nothingness.

We Can All Do Good Deeds, But Very Few Of Us Can Think Good Thoughts.

You Wait For Nothing If Not For The Word That Will Burst From The Deep Like A Fruit Among Branches.

A Work Settles Nothing, Just As The Labor Of A Whole Generation Settles Nothing. Sons, And The Morrow, Always Start Afresh.

What Is To Come Will Emerge Only After Long Suffering, Long Silence.