That Isn't Writing At All, It's Typing.

A Man Who Doesn't Dream Is Like A Man Who Doesn't Sweat. He Stores Up A Lot Of Poison.

In My Garden, After A Rainfall, You Can Faintly, Yes, Hear The Breaking Of New Blooms.

Here Is A Hall Without Exit, A Tunnel Without End.

Love Is A Chain Of Love As Nature Is A Chain Of Life.

As Long As You Live, There's Always Something Waiting; And Even If It's Bad, And You Know It's Bad, What Can You Do? You Can't Stop Living.