Even The Smallest Of Creatures Carries The

If Only I Could Leave Everything As It Is, Without Moving A Single Star Or A Single Cloud. Oh, If Only I Could!

Everything Is A Little Bit Of Darkness, Even The Light.

The Real "it Is Well" Is Something I Say From The Ground, Having Fallen.

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.