Eternity: What A Waste Of Time.

Seeking Revenge: What A Lack Of Foresight.

If We Keep An Open Mind, Too Much Is Likely To Fall Into It.

A Thought Falls Like A Ripe Fruit From The Tree Of Idleness.

All Expression, All Art, Is An Indiscretion We Commit Against Ourselves. This Is Not An 'impoverishment' But An Increase In Wealth, For It Is In This Way That We Make The Short Hours Of Our Lives Live On Beyond Themselves.

The Past Is Such A Subtle Thing. [but] In The End, Nothing Else Exists, Everything Is Made Of The Past, Even The Future.