I Would Go To Heaven, But I

I Have Been My Own Disciple And My Own Master. And I Have Been A Good Disciple But A Bad Master.

There Are Sufferings That Have Lost Their Memory And Do Not Remember Why They Are Suffering.

A Little Candor Never Leaves Me. It Is What Protects Me.

When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are Sad.

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.