Facts And Particulars Annoy Me.

The Only Truth Is That I Live. Sincerely, I Live. Who Am I? Well, That's A Bit Much.

I, Who Called Love My Hope For Love.

For Only When I Err Do I Get Away From What I Know And What I Understand. If "truth" Were What I Can Understand, It Would End Up Being But A Small Truth, My-sized. Truth Must Reside Precisely In What I Shall Never Understand.

The World's Continual Breathing Is What We Hear And Call Silence.

Do Not Mourn The Dead. They Know What They Are Doing.