Words Are Not Too Old,

The Process Of Writing Has Something Infinite About It. Even Though It Is Interrupted Each Night, It Is One Single Notation.

The Self- Explorer, Whether He Wants To Or Not, Becomes The Explorer Of Everything Else. He Learns To See Himself, But Suddenly, Provided He Was Honest, All The Rest Appears, And It Is As Rich As He Was, And, As A Final Crowning, Richer.

Speak As Though It Were The Last Sentence Allowed You.

A Head Full Of Stars, Just Not In Constellation Yet.

Justice Requires That Everyone Should Have Enough To Eat. But It Also Requires That Everyone Should Contribute To The Production Of Food.