Let Ignorance Reproduce Itself Until It Is

The Sorrowful Spirit Finds Relaxation In Solitude. It Abhors People, As A Wounded Deer Deserts The Herd And Lives In A Cave Until It Is Healed Or Dead.

Darkness Is Dawn Not Yet Born.

Tell Your Secret To The Wind, But Don't Blame It For Telling The Trees.

Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is A Part Of My Pain.

Your Children Are Not Your Children. They Are The Sons And Daughters Of Life's Longing For Itself. They Came Through You But Not From You And Though They Are With You Yet They Belong Not To You.