He Who Sees Without Loving Is Only

It Is Only In The Space That Our Thoughts And Our Feelings Enclose That Our Happiness Can Breathe In Freedom.

Physical Suffering Apart, Not A Single Sorrow Exists That Can Touch Us Except Through Our Thoughts.

When We Lose One We Love, Our Bitterest Tears Are Called Forth By The Memory Of Hours When We Loved Not Enough.

All Our Knowledge Merely Helps Us To Die A More Painful Death Than Animals That Know Nothing.

Do We Not All Spend The Greater Part Of Our Lives Under The Shadow Of An Event That Has Not Yet Come To Pass?.