Yesterday, Happiness Came In Suddenly, As It

A Child's Fear Is A World Whose Dark Corners Are Quite Unknown To Grownup People; It Has Its Sky And Its Abysses, A Sky Without Stars, Abysses Into Which No Light Can Ever Penetrate.

Let Us Hope That Good Authors Who Are Bad Christians Will Find Salvation Through The Books They Write.

Thought Flies And Words Go On Foot.

I Am Probably Exaggerating A Little, But I Owe My Equilibrium To Ink And Paper.

I Enter The World Called Real As One Enters A Mist.