I Lack Nothing. I Only Needed Myself.

A Man Of Action Forced Into A State Of Thought Is Unhappy Until He Can Get Out Of It.

In The Fight Between You And The World, Back The World.

How Can One Take Delight In The World Unless One Flees To It For Refuge?

So Eager Are Our People To Obliterate The Present.

I Can't Feel A Thing; All Mournful Petal Storms Are Dancing Inside The Very Private Spring Of My Head.