Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those

He Who Holds Me By A Thread Is Not Strong; The Thread Is Strong.

Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is Believing A Little.

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.

The Real "it Is Well" Is Something I Say From The Ground, Having Fallen.

And If You Find Everything As Soon As You Look For It, You Find It In Vain, You Look For It In Vain.