One Day I Shall Burst My Bud

There May Always Be Another Reality To Make Fiction Of The Truth We Think We've Arrived At.

Imagination Is The Wide-open Eye Which Leads Us Always To See Truth More Vividly.

Indulgences, Not Fulfillment, Is What The World Permits Us.

In Our Plain Defects We Already Know The Brotherhood Of Man.

Between Our Birth And Death We May Touch Understanding, As A Moth Brushes A Window With Its Wing