Not Everyone Can See The Truth, But

You Are At Once Both The Quiet And The Confusion Of My Heart.

There Will Be No Proof That I Ever Was A Writer.

I Never Wish To Be Easily Defined.

One Can Disintegrate The World By Means Of Very Strong Light. For Weak Eyes The World Becomes Solid, For Still Weaker Eyes It Seems To Develop Fists, For Eyes Weaker Still It Becomes Shamefaced And Smashes Anyone Who Dares To Gaze Upon It.

The True Way Goes Over A Rope Which Is Not Stretched At Any Great Height But Just Above The Ground. It Seems More Designed To Make People Stumble Than To Be Walked Upon.