Life Is More Complicated Than We Think,

I Had Become, With The Approach Of Night, Once More Aware Of Loneliness And Time - Those Two Companions Without Whom No Journey Can Yield Us Anything.

Journeys, Like Artists, Are Born And Not Made. A Thousand Differing Circumstances Contribute To Them, Few Of Them Willed Or Determined By The Will-whatever We May Think.

Gamblers And Lovers Really Play To Lose.

What Are Stars But Points In The Body Of God Where We Insert The Healing Needles Of Our Terror And Longing?

Love Joins And Then Divides. How Else Would We Be Growing?