A Book Should Serve As An Axe

Anybody Who Preserves The Ability To Recognize Beauty Will Never Get Old.

The Crows Maintain That A Single Crow Could Destroy The Heavens. There Is No Doubt Of That, But It Proves Nothing Against The Heavens, For Heaven Simply Means: The Impossibility Of Crows.

People Who Walk Across Dark Bridges, Past Saints, With Dim, Small Lights. Clouds Which Move Across Gray Skies Past Churches With Towers Darkened In The Dusk. One Who Leans Against Granite Railing Gazing Into The Evening Waters, His Hands Resting On Old Stones.

Maybe Innocence Makes Its Way Easiest Through The Elemental Chaos Of This World.

The Various Forms Of Despair At The Various Stations On The Road.