I Do Not Know Myself, And God

One Glance, One Word From You Gives More Pleasure Than All The Wisdom Of This World.

Most Pioneers Are At The Mercy Of Doubt At The Beginning, Whether Of Their Worth, Of Their Theories, Or Of The Whole Enigmatic Field In Which They Labour.

Habit Is A Man's Sole Comfort. We Dislike Doing Without Even Unpleasant Things To Which We Have Become Accustomed.

Nature Has Neither Core Nor Skin: She’s Both At Once Outside And In.

I Wait For The Morning Of My Tears