Mistakes Are Joyful, Truth Infernal.

Sometimes At Night I Would Sleep Open-eyed Underneath A Sky Dripping With Stars. I Was Alive Then.

From The Evening Breeze To This Hand On My Shoulder, Everything Has Its Truth.

We Come Into The World Laden With The Weight Of An Infinite Necessity.

The Absurd Has Meaning Only In So Far As It Is Not Agreed To.

History Only Exists, In The Final Analysis, For God.