I Fly Because It Releases

The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It Accepts Only One Problem At A Time.

You Give Birth To That On Which You Fix Your Mind

Vain Is The Hope Of Finding Pleasure In That Which One Has Hitherto Disdained; As When The Warrior Hopes To Find Pleasure In The Joys Of The Sedentaries.

I Was Wrong To Grow Older. Pity. I Was So Happy As A Child.

Behind All Seen Things Lies Something Vaster; Everything Is But A Path, A Portal Or A Window Opening On Something Other Than Iteself.