Everything That Makes More Of You Than

Be Ahead Of All Parting, As Though It Already Were Behind You, Like The Winter That Has Just Gone By. For Among These Winters There Is One So Endlessly Winter That Only By Wintering Through It Will Your Heart Survive.

All The Soarings Of My Mind Begin In My Blood.

Go Into Yourself. Dig Into Yourself For A Deep Answer

The Purpose Of Life Is To Be Defeated By Greater And Greater Things.

Perhaps Creating Something Is Nothing But An Act Of Profound Remembrance.