From A Proud Tower In

It Is The Nature Of Truth In General, As Of Some Ores In Particular, To Be Richest When Most Superficial.

If I Venture To Displace ... The Microscopical Speck Of Dust... On The Point Of My Finger,... I Have Done A Deed Which Shakes The Moon In Her Path, Which Causes The Sun To Be No Longer The Sun, And Which Alters Forever The Destiny Of Multitudinous Myriads Of Stars.

Never To Suffer Would Have Been Never To Have Been Blessed.

All Suffering Originates From Craving, From Attachment, From Desire.

Every Moment Of The Night Forever Changing Places And They Put Out The Star-light With The Breath From Their Pale Faces