Never Have I Been Able To Settle

To Understand Is Nothing, But To Be Understood-that Is The Problem And The Source Of Anguish. The Soul Throbs And Would Have The Other Know-but Can Not And Feels Isolated. Then Come Gestures, Words, Awkward Explanations And Material Symbols For Imponderable Outbursts Of Feeling-and The Soul Despairs.

Fish Die Belly Upward, And Rise To The Surface. Its Their Way Of Falling.

Man's Responsibility Increases As That Of The Gods Decreases.

The Thing I Am Most Aware Of Is My Limits. And This Is Natural; For I Never, Or Almost Never, Occupy The Middle Of My Cage; My Whole Being Surges Toward The Bars.

Other People's Appetites Easily Appear Excessive When One Doesn't Share Them.