He Who Does Not Fill His World

Injury, When It Is Slight, Upsets Me; When It Is Strong It Calms Me.

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

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.

Whatever I Take, I Take Too Much Or Too Little; I Do Not Take The Exact Amount. The Exact Amount Is No Use To Me.

When I Am Asleep I Dream What I Dream When I Am Awake. It's A Continuous Dream.