Man, When He Does Not Grieve, Hardly

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

The Chains That Bind Us The Most Closely Are The Ones We Have Broken.

They Will Say You Are On The Wrong Road, If It Is Your Own.

My Final Belief Is Suffering. And I Begin To Believe That I Do Not Suffer.

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.