When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies

The Children Whom Nobody Leads By The Hand Are The Children Who Know They Are Children.

When I Am Asleep I Dream What I Dream When I Am Awake. It's A Continuous Dream.

The Little Things Are What Is Eternal, And The Rest, All The Rest, Is Brevity, Extreme Brevity.

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.

There Are Sufferings That Have Lost Their Memory And Do Not Remember Why They Are Suffering.