In A Certain Sense The Good Is

As Far As I Have Seen, At School...they Aimed At Blotting Out One's Individuality.

One Day, A Leopard Stalked Into The Synagogue, Roaring And Lashing Its Tail. Three Weeks Later, It Had Become Part Of The Liturgy.

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

Every Thing That You Love, You Will Eventually Lose, But In The End, Love Will Return In A Different Form.

The True Way Goes Over A Rope Which Is Not Stretched At Any Great Height But Just Above The Ground. It Seems More Designed To Make People Stumble Than To Be Walked Upon.