The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

That Which We Die For Lives As Wholly As That Which We Live For Dies.

Your Slightest Look Easily Will Unclose Me, Though I Have Closed Myself As Fingers, You Open Petal By Petal Myself A Spring Opens Her First Rose.

Most People Are Perfectly Afraid Of Silence

One's Not Half Two. It's Two Are Halves Of One.

Really Unreal World, Will You Perhaps Do The Breathing For Me While I Am Away?