My Truths Do Not Last Long In

If Those Who Owe Us Nothing Gave Us Nothing, How Poor We Would Be.

Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those Few Are Suicides.

Yes, I Will Go. I Would Rather Grieve Over Your Absence Than Over You.

We Tear Life Out Of Life To Use It For Looking At Itself.

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.