Nobody Loses All The Time.

An Artist, A Man, A Failure, Must Proceed.

More Each Particular Person Is(my Love) Alive Than Every World Can Understand And Now You Are And I Am Now And We're A Mystery That Will Never Happen Again, A Miracle Which Has Never Happened Before And Shining This Our Now Must Come To Then

The First Step To Expanding Your Reality Is To Discard The Tendency To Exclude Things From Possibility.

Love Is The Voice Under All Silences, The Hope Which Has No Opposite In Fear. . .

Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond Any Experience, Your Eyes Have Their Silence; In Your Most Frail Gesture Are Things Which Enclose Me, Or Which I Cannot Touch Because They Are Too Near