In Five Minutes The Earth Would Be

His Head Is Made Of Stars, But Not Yet Arranged Into Constellations.

Speak As Though It Were The Last Sentence Allowed You.

Understanding, As We Understand It, Is Misunderstanding.

Travelling, One Accepts Everything; Indignation Stays At Home. One Looks, One Listens, One Is Roused To Enthusiasm By The Most Dreadful Things Because They Are New. Good Travellers Are Heartless.

I Would Like To Become Tolerant Without Overlooking Anything, Persecute No One Even When All People Persecute Me; Become Better Without Noticing It; Become Sadder, But Enjoy Living; Become More Serene, Be Happy In Others; Belong To No One, Grow In Everyone; Love The Best, Comfort The Worst; Not Even Hate Myself Anymore.