The Tree Does Not Die, It Waits.

Love Is Like Death. It Is Fulfillment And An Evening After Which Nothing More May Follow.

A Mere Nothing Suffices — And The Lightning Strikes.

When Dealing With The Insane, The Best Method Is To Pretend To Be Sane.

No Permanence Is Ours, We Are A Wave That Flows To Fit Whatever Form It Finds.

Love Must Not Entreat,' She Added, 'or Demand. Love Must Have The Strength To Become Certain Within Itself. Then It Ceases Merely To Be Attracted And Begins To Attract.