Speak As Though It Were The Last

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

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

There Emanates From Superlatives A Destructive Force.

You Draw Closer To Truth By Shutting Yourself Off From Mankind.

Travelling, One Accepts Everything; Indignation Stays At Home. One Looks, One Listens, One Is Roused To Enthusiasm By The Most Dreadful Things Because They Are New. Good Travellers Are Heartless.