No One Understands That You Have Given

My Bits Of Time Play With Eternity.

Set Out From Any Point. They Are All Alike. They All Lead To A Point Of Departure.

When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are Sad.

That In Man Which Cannot Be Domesticated Is Not His Evil But His Goodness.

If You Are Good To This One And That One, This One And That One Will Say That You Are Good. If You Are Good To Everyone, No One Will Say That You Are Good.