Hierarchy, As In The Catholic Church, Has

We Make The Path By Walking.

As The Saying Goes, You Might As Well Be Yourself; Everyone Else Is Taken.

I Wanted To Spend All My Time Writing Poetry. But When I Had Children I Couldn't Do That Anymore.

One Could Say The Higher The Spirit Goes, The More Deeply The Soul Sinks Down Into The Waters Of Melancholy And Tragedy. Drowning In That Water Is As Sweet As Rising.

The Beginning Of Love Is A Horror Of Emptiness.