The Obvious Is That Which Is Never

Let There Be No Purpose In Friendship Save The Deepening Of The Spirit.

The Truly Good Is He Who Is One With All Those Who Are Deemed Bad.

Trees Are Poems The Earth Writes Upon The Sky, We Fell Them Down And Turn Them Into Paper, That We May Record Our Emptiness.

Those Who Give You A Serpent When You Ask For A Fish, May Have Nothing But Serpents To Give.

The Silence Of The Envious Is Too Noisy.