People's Fates Are Simplified By Their Names.

There Can Be No Creator, Simply Because His Grief At The Fate Of His Creation Would Be Inconceivable And Unendurable.

There Is No Such Thing As An Ugly Language. Today I Hear Every Language As If It Were The Only One, And When I Hear Of One That Is Dying, It Overwhelms Me As Though It Were The Death Of The Earth.

The Profoundest Thoughts Of The Philosophers Have Something Trickle About Them. A Lot Disappears In Order For Something To Suddenly Appear In The Palm Of The Hand.

A Head Full Of Stars, Just Not In Constellation Yet.

When You Write Down Your Life, Every Page Should Contain Something No One Has Ever Heard About