Man, When He Does Not Grieve, Hardly

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.

I Love You As You Are, But Do Not Tell Me How That Is.

Humanity Does Not Know Where To Go Because No One Is Waiting For It: Not Even God.

No One Understands That You Have Given Everything. You Must Give More.