Every Word Is Like An Unnecessary Stain

It's A Rare Thing Not To Have Been Bonny-- Once.

The Tears Of The World Are A Constant Quantity. For Each One Who Begins To Weep, Somewhere Else Another Stops. The Same Is True Of The Laugh.

Dear Incomprehension, It's Thanks To You I'll Be Myself, In The End.

Yes, In My Life, Since We Must Call It So, There Were Three Things, The Inability To Speak, The Inability To Be Silent, And Solitude, That’s What I’ve Had To Make The Best Of.

Enough To Know No Knowing.