We Tear Life Out Of Life To

The Confession Of One Man Humbles All.

That In Man Which Cannot Be Domesticated Is Not His Evil But His Goodness.

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

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.

When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are Sad.